Race morning broke, and I woke up at my usual race day 4:45 am…… and laid there for another hour and a half.
The Cancer Chapters
Triathlon Season Starts with a Bang (That would be the Sound of my Head Exploding in 95 degree Heat)
I told myself I wasn’t going to start walking in the first mile of the Saint George Half Ironman. I lied.
What was I Thinking?
I am just in from a 5 1/2 hour bike ride that included 4100 feet of climbing and what felt like a 30 mph headwind on the last hour home. I have a 20 minute run also on my day’s training schedule, but I’ve lost the will to do that, along with my will to live.
I am Fine Now Until August 19 (at the VERY Least)
I have every kind of specialist that exists… but when I need a Z-pack, I have no one to call.
Wellness in 3-Month Installments
Am I fine? Am I sick and don’t know it yet? Will Wednesday morning bring my long run or will it bring phone calls to schedule more surgeries, chemotherapy, or radiation?
Oh Yeah, We Came Back Down the Mountain, Too
When people ask how the climb was, many times all we can muster is, “It was awesome.” “Book of Mormon” was awesome; Survivor Summit should be described as much, much more than that.