I did it!

My results!

Finally started feeling somewhat better friday night before the race.  Sunday decided to run a little, and it felt ok, so ran/walked with my training buddies for the first 5K.  After that, walked for a while, with a little running every mile or so.  Walked the last 8 miles or so with another Cancer to 5K friend who just began a new chemo trial.  Whenever we had enough energy, we'd run for a few minutes.  Otherwise, we walked, walked and walked.   Ran across the finish line!

Changing expectations

Well, if you've been following my blog or talking to me in the last three months, you know that I have been training for a half marathon to celebrate getting two years past diagnosis day.  And my birthday.  Unfortunately, I have been sick for the last 8 days, and am not "all better" yet.  Still have congestion (not a big deal), chest congestion and some coughing (more of a big deal for running), and am pretty weak and tired since I haven't eaten much other than tea and emergen-c and cold-eze for the last week.  Some chicken soup in there too.

I have gotten all kinds advice including do the race anyway, stay home in bed, show up & start the race and see how I feel, & walk instead of run.

I had my pity party yesterday and discovered that crying only made the congestion worse.

So.  While it sucks and I'm still bumming that I won't be at my best for tomorrow, I still had the amazing experience of the past three months of training.

What is my plan?  I think I am going to try to walk the whole thing.  Maybe I'll run a mile at the beginning.  We'll see.  But I don't want my unmet expectations to diminish at all the fact that I am still celebrating two years away from diagnosis day.  So, I will just have to change my expectations.  Possibly on a moment to moment basis.  While I know part of me is disappointed, frustrated and thinks this sucks, I want the other part of me to be able to enjoy tomorrow, regardless of how fast and far I go.

Will just have to wait and see how it goes tomorrow....

flying through time: two years

It is hard to believe, but two years ago today was my d-day, my diagnosis day, my day of being told "you have cancer."  It's crazy how fast time has gone since then.  Somehow, I managed to get through the first 24 hours, which may have been the hardest.   I certainly don't want to get cancer again, but I will say my life is richer now than it was before.

Little to report at this moment.  Mostly have spent the last 24 hours coughing.  I was convinced I had bronchitis but turns out it may be just allergies.  Plan to lay low and take it easy this weekend, trying to be healthy for my half marathon next saturday.  Now off to sleep.