"racing"
I woke up and was out of the house by 6:30am. Drove downtown in just-barely-humid air, all the windows down, singing along with whatever was on the radio. Found a parking spot outside the Museum for Crime and Punishment (Seriously, DC...there's a museum for everything here!) and hoofed it over the the National Mall.
I ran with thousands of others. I ran in memory of my Aunt. I ran in support of my friend Dal.
It was sunny and humid, and there were a gajillion people there - I totally couldn't even find my running buddy AW! And while I LOVE lounging on my porch on hot days like today, I'm definitely a fall-winter-spring runner. I love exercising to get rid of cold toes, but my body's not so good with getting rid of heat...it likes to hold onto it! It was a struggle...I felt a little like a worm on hot pavement.
*sizzle*
But I have no illusions, friends...pushing my body on a muggy day is a walk in the park compared to chemo.
I made it through the finish gates without tripping on the bumpy pavement or running up the back of sudden-pace-changer. And, as I was walking back to my car, sucking down water like a sponge and heaving to breathe, my face the same color as my red tank, a lady passing by said "Thank you. Congrats!"
Thank you? That's weird...
She was wearing a Survivor t-shirt.
And, on a busy street corner in Northwest DC, I started to cry.
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Some fun things:
I ran with thousands of others. I ran in memory of my Aunt. I ran in support of my friend Dal.
It was sunny and humid, and there were a gajillion people there - I totally couldn't even find my running buddy AW! And while I LOVE lounging on my porch on hot days like today, I'm definitely a fall-winter-spring runner. I love exercising to get rid of cold toes, but my body's not so good with getting rid of heat...it likes to hold onto it! It was a struggle...I felt a little like a worm on hot pavement.
*sizzle*
But I have no illusions, friends...pushing my body on a muggy day is a walk in the park compared to chemo.
I made it through the finish gates without tripping on the bumpy pavement or running up the back of sudden-pace-changer. And, as I was walking back to my car, sucking down water like a sponge and heaving to breathe, my face the same color as my red tank, a lady passing by said "Thank you. Congrats!"
Thank you? That's weird...
She was wearing a Survivor t-shirt.
And, on a busy street corner in Northwest DC, I started to cry.
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Some fun things:
- Another installment in bacony goodness.
- The Diva has this one right - COVET.
- Shut. Up.
- A good doodle.
- A book of childhood and fairy tales. A one-sitting, clear-your-schedule-for-the-day kinda read.
- Physical health.
- Opportunities to stretch in small ways.
- Excuses to eat pan pizza and ice cream.
- Super-cool video shoots at work. (This show is going to rock your FACE OFF. Seriously.)
- Early bedtime. I'm whupped.
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