Actually I do like walking, but I've missed running the little route I've taken for 19 years. As I've eased back into exercise, I've tried walking the route and it's not the same. I feel restless and I know my brain doesn't kick in the same way It does when I trudge along, at my ridiculously slow running pace.
So I ran for the first time this morning. I woke up feeling rested and I knew I needed to get out and try. Not only would I relieve stress and burn calories, I hoped my clearest thinking would kick in. In the past I've used my little 2.5 mile run, to plan my day, or make up a stupid song, or solve a problem. Today, I needed to plan my strategy for attacking my hair. My slow run actually felt pretty good. I did some good thinking... and I saw the sun rise in one direction and the full moon in the other!
I got back to the house and gulped a glass of water with my feet in the pool. I felt pretty darn proud of myself and my was brain was making up for lost time... going off on wild tangents. "What should I do with all my hair? No, a pillow would be gross. Maybe a bird or hamster would like it for nesting? Is chemo hair bad for animals? Should I put it in a little gift bag labeled R.I.P., before tossing?" After I cooled down and my brain stopped being silly, I showered. Throwing away a nest-sized blob of hair made me happy with my decision. By evening I will more than ready for my hair shaving event!
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!