Life has a way of humbling us. Bringing us to our knees. It's been a long time since I've been in here... and in that time, a whole lifetime has passed me by.
In February, I was diagnosed with a very early case of breast cancer. My oncologist was very proactive, and we began treatment immediately. Which is to say, I started chemo, and 3 months of feeling like refried ass.
And I'm pretty sure that's a literal translation to how I felt. I was nauseous. Exhausted. Grouchy. And balding. I tried to run several times while on chemo, each time to get knocked back down to my knees. Old habits die hard... and I needed running to get me through cancer.
Unfortunately, that's not how it worked out for me.
The good news is that I did survive chemo and here I am, 5 months later. That's not to say that I am 'cured'... but I'm a lot closer than I was in February.
Which leads us to now. Here I am. 25 lbs heavier. Out of shape. And utterly miserable.
I swore to myself that I would never gain any of the weight back and that I would never stop running. But the universe had other plans for me, and I find myself once again a fat runner.
Humbled, I started the C25K program yesterday. For someone who has done full marathons, it's a bitter pill to swallow. But hey- I'm really good at swallowing pills now, so why not this one?
It felt good to be running again. I was slow. I walked like the program called for. And I can't wait to do day 2... and to toe the line once again, even if it's the line to a 5k.
I'm back. I missed myself.