As we know all too well, life with cancer is about dreams and plans deferred - or ended. Instead of taking a long-planned vacation, we have disfiguring surgeries. Instead of going to college, we go to radiation. Instead of having a family, we have chemotherapy.
And most of the time we are pretty grateful to still be alive to do other things.
After 10 years of making lemonade with my lemons, I was ready for a challenge and a celebration. I know that running a 50 mile race is a peculiar way to celebrate 10 years. And I know that it's just a race. But it was my race, my celebration, and somehow, I felt I was due for everything to go right.
The viruses circulating around New York had other plans. I'm still sick. Whatever this is - a particularly nasty flu, or possibly whooping cough - I quite wrecked. My cough is slightly better; I no longer cough until I throw up. But I'm still exhausted. I was unable to work at all last week. I've been sleeping constantly. Ugh, I hate this!
So, running 50 miles next Saturday is out. I kept hoping that if I took good care of myself, this would all blow over quickly and I could still race. I'm weighing my options. I might be able to drop down and run a shorter race. Maybe I start and just see how far I can go. Or maybe I skip it and find another race later in the year.
These are all reasonable choices. I'll just wait to see how I feel in a few more days before I make up my mind.
But I really don't want to be reasonable. I want to run this race. I had a plan, a goal. I was working very hard for that goal. And for once, I just wanted things to go as planned.
Oh well. "You can't always get what you want..."
Julie
And most of the time we are pretty grateful to still be alive to do other things.
After 10 years of making lemonade with my lemons, I was ready for a challenge and a celebration. I know that running a 50 mile race is a peculiar way to celebrate 10 years. And I know that it's just a race. But it was my race, my celebration, and somehow, I felt I was due for everything to go right.
The viruses circulating around New York had other plans. I'm still sick. Whatever this is - a particularly nasty flu, or possibly whooping cough - I quite wrecked. My cough is slightly better; I no longer cough until I throw up. But I'm still exhausted. I was unable to work at all last week. I've been sleeping constantly. Ugh, I hate this!
So, running 50 miles next Saturday is out. I kept hoping that if I took good care of myself, this would all blow over quickly and I could still race. I'm weighing my options. I might be able to drop down and run a shorter race. Maybe I start and just see how far I can go. Or maybe I skip it and find another race later in the year.
These are all reasonable choices. I'll just wait to see how I feel in a few more days before I make up my mind.
But I really don't want to be reasonable. I want to run this race. I had a plan, a goal. I was working very hard for that goal. And for once, I just wanted things to go as planned.
Oh well. "You can't always get what you want..."
Julie

