There's nothing pretty or impressive about my running style these days. During chemo I grew to accept my stop & go, sluggish pace... the rare times I tried to run.
Running in the Dark
The bandana/ball cap combo seems to be the only thing that will no slip off my head.
Running in Broad Daylight
The other day I talked myself into walk/running with Don in the afternoon. It was a beautiful day, with more people wandering the neighborhood. I added sunglasses to my running costume and hoped to avoid social stops along the way.
We almost finished the "loop" when I spotted some neighbors I haven't seen in months. I dreaded the slowdown, but our short encounter ended up giving me a boost. I was surprised by the warmth of our kind neighbors, who had heard of my cancer through the grapevine. I had expected an awkward meeting and instead was given some kind words, a little hand holding and a promise of prayers. Hindu prayers actually. My first.
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!