I happened to look back at my 2013 New Year's resolutions, and as we are about halfway through, a check in is due.
There were only two things really, finish the novel and try to get it published, and exercise.
I am going to call exercise done. As long as I can keep going and not quit completely, I can check that one off. I think that I have safely entered the habit zone.
The novel is next. It is good to remind myself of my desire and commitment to finish what I started. While Calvin is at day care this summer, my first priority is working on my novel. Then chickens and garden come second. Let me resolve, right now and in writing, to make writing my first priority.
Here is my list of summer resolutions:
-Write every day, for at least 2 hours
-Take care of the chickens
-Take care of the garden
-Exercise 2 days during the weekend and one day on the weekend
By the end of the summer:
-I want a finished novel
-I want a query letter to send to agents
-I want laying chickens and healthy feathered chicks
-I want a thriving garden
Alright, let's get through final exams and DO THIS!
Monday, May 20, 2013
Bok bok bok
I have been doing a lot of work behind the scenes and I was delaying a post about it because if it wasn't going to happen, I didn't want to cry wolf, in a sense. But, it seems like we are moving forward, so I am happy to announce the Griswolds are getting backyard chickens!
First, chickens were declared legal in the city of Nashville by city ordinance a year ago. Certain communities have opted out, but we are not in one. We are in a super chicken friendly area. We are allowed up to 6 hens, no roosters.
Second, roosters are not needed for chickens to lay eggs. Just as human women ovulate regularly without the need for a male, so do chickens. The eggs are just unfertilized. Any chicks that turn out to be roosters will be taken back by our farm source (usually around 10-12 weeks of age.)
This idea didn't just occur to me a few weeks ago. When we were living in New York I heard about backyard chickens and urban beekeepers and both sounded interesting to me. When we moved to Nashville there was a lot of press on the chicken ordinance and I thought about it then. The real tipping point, though has been the last month where Calvin has been clamoring to help feed Django, help water the plants, help weed the garden, rake up leaves, etc. If you don't let him help, you are going to hear it. So, yes, you have never heard me really talk about getting chickens, but that's just because saying "I want chickens" in polite company is a bit weird. ("I'm getting chickens," which I have been saying a lot lately, is way less weird.)
And, finally, no we are not going to eat our chickens. Some people do, but we are not raising them for meat, at least not yet. I guess I am keeping the option open because that might actually be something I could get behind. But, we have to wait and see. Our main purpose is eggs, pets and garden helpers.
How can chickens help in the garden? They can turn a compost pile, eat any scraps that appeal to them and add their nitrogen rich poops. This will speed up and fortify our compost. They can also till up beds for reseeding or at the end of the growing season. There is a lot they can do and we are looking forward to experimenting with it.
So, the first order of business is to get the coop that I have on hold. A local guy raises chickens and makes coops. He didn't have a new coop available, but he had a very nice coop he built and has been using for a few years and he is selling it to me at a great discount. I just need to get a pick-up truck or trailer and go pick it up. The coop is a "tractor coop" because it has wheels and can be moved around the yard to give the chickens access to grass and plants to eat. Pictures to come soon!
I have students, a pair of sisters, who live on a farm and their family is going to give me two 12 week old pullets (hens) and 4 chicks. The 12 week olds are about 2 months from point of lay (starting to lay eggs) and we will raise the chicks. I want the older hens to get eggs sooner and the chicks for the fun of raising them with Calvin and the bond we will establish. Any roosters will go back. The same family is lending us their brooder that will house the chicks until their feathers come in. We are planning to get Buff Orpingtons and Black Copper Marans. (See pictures below sent to me by my students' parents.)
The first hurdle is Django's annual vet appointment and shots. If that doesn't turn out to be outrageously expensive, then we will move forward this week. We may need to do some strategizing if this vet visit ends up being expensive.
Which may make you wonder if we will take the chickens to the vet. Not many vets do chickens, but I am reading a lot of balanced stuff on the subject and the odds are we will not seek vet care for the chickens.
Other random info:
-Chickens live around 4 years and lay eggs for the first 2 or so.
-They lay less eggs in the winter, but you can put a light in the coop on a timer that can trick them into laying more by thinking there is more sunlight.
-If your chicken coop stinks, you are doing something wrong. We are planning to use the deep litter method which produces an awesome compost for your yard and leads to less smell (build up of ammonia).
-Chickens eat bugs and plants. This makes them omnivorous.
-Some chickens can "fly" more than others, but this usually isn't more than a few feet in the air. We are getting less flighty breeds.
Just as an FYI, I read the following books:
-A Chicken in Every Yard by Robert and Hannah Litt
-The Small Scale Poultry Flock by Harvey Ussery
-The Joy of Keeping Chickens by Jennifer Megyesi
I am getting information from and participating in the following forums and websites:
-www.backyardchickens.com
-www.ucannashville.org (Urban Chicken Advocates of Nashville)
First, chickens were declared legal in the city of Nashville by city ordinance a year ago. Certain communities have opted out, but we are not in one. We are in a super chicken friendly area. We are allowed up to 6 hens, no roosters.
Second, roosters are not needed for chickens to lay eggs. Just as human women ovulate regularly without the need for a male, so do chickens. The eggs are just unfertilized. Any chicks that turn out to be roosters will be taken back by our farm source (usually around 10-12 weeks of age.)
This idea didn't just occur to me a few weeks ago. When we were living in New York I heard about backyard chickens and urban beekeepers and both sounded interesting to me. When we moved to Nashville there was a lot of press on the chicken ordinance and I thought about it then. The real tipping point, though has been the last month where Calvin has been clamoring to help feed Django, help water the plants, help weed the garden, rake up leaves, etc. If you don't let him help, you are going to hear it. So, yes, you have never heard me really talk about getting chickens, but that's just because saying "I want chickens" in polite company is a bit weird. ("I'm getting chickens," which I have been saying a lot lately, is way less weird.)
And, finally, no we are not going to eat our chickens. Some people do, but we are not raising them for meat, at least not yet. I guess I am keeping the option open because that might actually be something I could get behind. But, we have to wait and see. Our main purpose is eggs, pets and garden helpers.
How can chickens help in the garden? They can turn a compost pile, eat any scraps that appeal to them and add their nitrogen rich poops. This will speed up and fortify our compost. They can also till up beds for reseeding or at the end of the growing season. There is a lot they can do and we are looking forward to experimenting with it.
So, the first order of business is to get the coop that I have on hold. A local guy raises chickens and makes coops. He didn't have a new coop available, but he had a very nice coop he built and has been using for a few years and he is selling it to me at a great discount. I just need to get a pick-up truck or trailer and go pick it up. The coop is a "tractor coop" because it has wheels and can be moved around the yard to give the chickens access to grass and plants to eat. Pictures to come soon!
I have students, a pair of sisters, who live on a farm and their family is going to give me two 12 week old pullets (hens) and 4 chicks. The 12 week olds are about 2 months from point of lay (starting to lay eggs) and we will raise the chicks. I want the older hens to get eggs sooner and the chicks for the fun of raising them with Calvin and the bond we will establish. Any roosters will go back. The same family is lending us their brooder that will house the chicks until their feathers come in. We are planning to get Buff Orpingtons and Black Copper Marans. (See pictures below sent to me by my students' parents.)
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| Marans |
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| Buff Orpington |
The first hurdle is Django's annual vet appointment and shots. If that doesn't turn out to be outrageously expensive, then we will move forward this week. We may need to do some strategizing if this vet visit ends up being expensive.
Which may make you wonder if we will take the chickens to the vet. Not many vets do chickens, but I am reading a lot of balanced stuff on the subject and the odds are we will not seek vet care for the chickens.
Other random info:
-Chickens live around 4 years and lay eggs for the first 2 or so.
-They lay less eggs in the winter, but you can put a light in the coop on a timer that can trick them into laying more by thinking there is more sunlight.
-If your chicken coop stinks, you are doing something wrong. We are planning to use the deep litter method which produces an awesome compost for your yard and leads to less smell (build up of ammonia).
-Chickens eat bugs and plants. This makes them omnivorous.
-Some chickens can "fly" more than others, but this usually isn't more than a few feet in the air. We are getting less flighty breeds.
Just as an FYI, I read the following books:
-A Chicken in Every Yard by Robert and Hannah Litt
-The Small Scale Poultry Flock by Harvey Ussery
-The Joy of Keeping Chickens by Jennifer Megyesi
I am getting information from and participating in the following forums and websites:
-www.backyardchickens.com
-www.ucannashville.org (Urban Chicken Advocates of Nashville)
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Triathlon!
I have had a nap, a beer and a shower (in that order) and I am ready to recap!
I had nightmares this morning before I woke up. Typical irrational stuff. I woke up and got my bag together and had french toast.
I had to drive about 45 minutes to the Cedars of Lebanon state park. David, Calvin and my in laws were going to come later for the finish. Once I got there, parking was pretty tight, but I squeezed in between trees. I had to hike all over trying to figure out where to register and finally found it.
I was number 425 (with 301 being first and 800 being last). I set up my bike in the transition area, which was something I was nervous about. It was pretty simple, you put your bike up on a pole and then you put your stuff out. I put my socks, shoes, helmet and glasses on a towel by my front tire. I got my cap and goggles on and went over to the pool. I didn't wear my contacts, so I was pretty blind during all this. I also didn't take any flip flops and the pool was about a couple tenths of a mile from the transition area. Most were barefoot but some put their shoes on the path from the pool to the transition area. I am not sure if this is legal, but they did it.
We lined up by number order and the race started, with 301 starting the swim at 8:00 am. We got in the pool in number order and then about every 5 seconds, they would say "324, go...325, go...326, go..." and so on. The pool is an outdoor olympic length (50 m) pool. It was cold but not terrible. When my turn came I tried to get myself as warm as I go by bouncing, but it was definitely a cold half lap. The first 50 m my toes were really cold. I swam down one lane, under the role and back down the next lane over. It was fine until I started gaining on the people in front of me. The number order is supposed to be based on your swim time. I was faster than some of the people in front of me, which is probably bound to happen, but passing was tricky. Eventually, there were 3 people swimming exactly the same speed, taking up the entire lane and I was stuck behind them.
The 50m laps were a challenge and I was swimming top speed (since swimming was the easiest part for me) so I was pretty worn out by the end. When I climbed out of the pool I felt really wobbly and disoriented. I was winded and totally uncoordinated. All of the people I passed in the pool ran by me as I walked. My feet hurt running on pavement barefoot and I just couldn't get myself to run. A little 8 or 9 year old girl came by and said in her best teacher imitation, "I bet you could run." I could have thumped her, but I was so winded I couldn't. And also, that's wrong. But, after about a minute of walking, I could pick up the pace and I ran the rest of the way.
Back in transition I found my bike by number and threw my shoes on, put my glasses on, put my helmet on and ran my bike to the exit. Once out of the transition area I hopped on my bike and was off. The 10 mile bike course was two big loops around the park. Part of it was through the woods and part was on the road around the outside the park. Mostly it was pretty gentle hills, but there was one big hill at the end of the loop. As opposed to a fun family bike ride, I pedaled at full capacity the whole time. It wasn't very crowded where I was, but I got passed by the serious people on their second lap and other just stronger riders.
The weather was cloudy and temperatures were in the 70s, so I only drank 3 or 4 times during my bike ride. I was worried about water and I had only drunk half of one bottle by the end.
After the biking, I came back to the transition area and put my bike back on the rack. I threw my bandana on, put my ponytail higher, chugged some water and took off running.
Because I had been practicing it, the transition to the running wasn't terrible. I wasn't running fast, but I was running. The first mile was hard. I really wanted to walk. There was a short leg and a turnaround and I foolishly thought I might be halfway done when it was only about a quarter mile. After a mile, I felt like I was in my groove and I felt good about not walking. At one point I went down a big hill and saw the runners coming back up the hill. Many were walking and I knew that hill was going to suck. As I got to the hill, which was in the final half mile I started telling every volunteer that I wasn't going to walk. I had to say it out loud to myself. When I started feeling a super strong desire to walk, I played "What is worse?" I started with What is worse? Being 9 months pregnant or this? 9 months pregnant. What is worse? C section recovery or this? C section. What is worse? Finding out you have cancer on the other side of the country from your family or this? Cancer. I had to remind myself how much my throat hurt after my surgery, and then my legs didn't hurt so much.
At one point during the run I ran by Calvin, David and my in laws as they were walking from the car to the finish line. At the finish line they were there to cheer me in and I sprinted the last few yards. As I came through those last few yards and people were encouraging me to finish strong I got a little emotional. I was happy it was almost over, but I felt really accomplished and strong. They gave me water and a medal and I was done!
There you have it folks, my first triathlon. Here is how my time breaks down:
200m swimming: 4:52
Transition to biking: 3:25 (since I walked)
10 miles of biking: 38:38
Transition to running: 1:17
Running: 25:29
Overall time: 1:13:38
Overall position 301 (out of roughly 500)
I had nightmares this morning before I woke up. Typical irrational stuff. I woke up and got my bag together and had french toast.
I had to drive about 45 minutes to the Cedars of Lebanon state park. David, Calvin and my in laws were going to come later for the finish. Once I got there, parking was pretty tight, but I squeezed in between trees. I had to hike all over trying to figure out where to register and finally found it.
I was number 425 (with 301 being first and 800 being last). I set up my bike in the transition area, which was something I was nervous about. It was pretty simple, you put your bike up on a pole and then you put your stuff out. I put my socks, shoes, helmet and glasses on a towel by my front tire. I got my cap and goggles on and went over to the pool. I didn't wear my contacts, so I was pretty blind during all this. I also didn't take any flip flops and the pool was about a couple tenths of a mile from the transition area. Most were barefoot but some put their shoes on the path from the pool to the transition area. I am not sure if this is legal, but they did it.
We lined up by number order and the race started, with 301 starting the swim at 8:00 am. We got in the pool in number order and then about every 5 seconds, they would say "324, go...325, go...326, go..." and so on. The pool is an outdoor olympic length (50 m) pool. It was cold but not terrible. When my turn came I tried to get myself as warm as I go by bouncing, but it was definitely a cold half lap. The first 50 m my toes were really cold. I swam down one lane, under the role and back down the next lane over. It was fine until I started gaining on the people in front of me. The number order is supposed to be based on your swim time. I was faster than some of the people in front of me, which is probably bound to happen, but passing was tricky. Eventually, there were 3 people swimming exactly the same speed, taking up the entire lane and I was stuck behind them.
The 50m laps were a challenge and I was swimming top speed (since swimming was the easiest part for me) so I was pretty worn out by the end. When I climbed out of the pool I felt really wobbly and disoriented. I was winded and totally uncoordinated. All of the people I passed in the pool ran by me as I walked. My feet hurt running on pavement barefoot and I just couldn't get myself to run. A little 8 or 9 year old girl came by and said in her best teacher imitation, "I bet you could run." I could have thumped her, but I was so winded I couldn't. And also, that's wrong. But, after about a minute of walking, I could pick up the pace and I ran the rest of the way.
Back in transition I found my bike by number and threw my shoes on, put my glasses on, put my helmet on and ran my bike to the exit. Once out of the transition area I hopped on my bike and was off. The 10 mile bike course was two big loops around the park. Part of it was through the woods and part was on the road around the outside the park. Mostly it was pretty gentle hills, but there was one big hill at the end of the loop. As opposed to a fun family bike ride, I pedaled at full capacity the whole time. It wasn't very crowded where I was, but I got passed by the serious people on their second lap and other just stronger riders.
The weather was cloudy and temperatures were in the 70s, so I only drank 3 or 4 times during my bike ride. I was worried about water and I had only drunk half of one bottle by the end.
After the biking, I came back to the transition area and put my bike back on the rack. I threw my bandana on, put my ponytail higher, chugged some water and took off running.
Because I had been practicing it, the transition to the running wasn't terrible. I wasn't running fast, but I was running. The first mile was hard. I really wanted to walk. There was a short leg and a turnaround and I foolishly thought I might be halfway done when it was only about a quarter mile. After a mile, I felt like I was in my groove and I felt good about not walking. At one point I went down a big hill and saw the runners coming back up the hill. Many were walking and I knew that hill was going to suck. As I got to the hill, which was in the final half mile I started telling every volunteer that I wasn't going to walk. I had to say it out loud to myself. When I started feeling a super strong desire to walk, I played "What is worse?" I started with What is worse? Being 9 months pregnant or this? 9 months pregnant. What is worse? C section recovery or this? C section. What is worse? Finding out you have cancer on the other side of the country from your family or this? Cancer. I had to remind myself how much my throat hurt after my surgery, and then my legs didn't hurt so much.
At one point during the run I ran by Calvin, David and my in laws as they were walking from the car to the finish line. At the finish line they were there to cheer me in and I sprinted the last few yards. As I came through those last few yards and people were encouraging me to finish strong I got a little emotional. I was happy it was almost over, but I felt really accomplished and strong. They gave me water and a medal and I was done!
There you have it folks, my first triathlon. Here is how my time breaks down:
200m swimming: 4:52
Transition to biking: 3:25 (since I walked)
10 miles of biking: 38:38
Transition to running: 1:17
Running: 25:29
Overall time: 1:13:38
Overall position 301 (out of roughly 500)
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| That is not my finger, for the record. It is convenient that I am the first on this sheet. |
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Triathlon cometh
I am getting there! I am working out a lot and feeling it! I am trying to walk the line of getting ready without getting hurt or wearing myself out too much. I think I am doing a good job striking the balance.
The to-do list is pretty short. I need a tune up from the bike shop and I need to get a bag together for the transition area. I should probably get a saddle bag for my bike and two inner tubes in case I get a flat. But then I would also have to get one of those little pumps. That is more than I want to spend right now. Those little pumps can be pricey. Maybe I will get the tubes and the bag and just hope that someone with a pump would help me in the unlikely event of a flat.
Friday I will take off completely, but I am hoping to get at least a swim in tomorrow and a big final work out on Thursday.
I'm mildly nervous about all of the details of the transition and I am not awesome at getting my water bottle out when I am riding, but I will just have to get better at it real quick! I am sure it will be fine. This is not a very long tri, so I think I will be fine. Or, this is what I am telling myself and I will deal with it when it comes!
The to-do list is pretty short. I need a tune up from the bike shop and I need to get a bag together for the transition area. I should probably get a saddle bag for my bike and two inner tubes in case I get a flat. But then I would also have to get one of those little pumps. That is more than I want to spend right now. Those little pumps can be pricey. Maybe I will get the tubes and the bag and just hope that someone with a pump would help me in the unlikely event of a flat.
Friday I will take off completely, but I am hoping to get at least a swim in tomorrow and a big final work out on Thursday.
I'm mildly nervous about all of the details of the transition and I am not awesome at getting my water bottle out when I am riding, but I will just have to get better at it real quick! I am sure it will be fine. This is not a very long tri, so I think I will be fine. Or, this is what I am telling myself and I will deal with it when it comes!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Finished shed
It's done! Whoopee! Below you can see the full timeline in photos.
That thing is so sad looking! Sagging roof, door with only one hinge, chipping lead paint.
The fence went with the shed.
New fence and shed without paint. The siding is made of Masonite, and that is the color it is in its unfinished state.
The paint matches the house. Dark brown body, black door, light green under the eaves and Navajo white trim.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
10 workouts to go
I went to a kick-butt cycle class last night and it was my third straight day of work outs. This is how it will be until the triathlon on the 18th. It's amazing how much stronger I feel with 3 continuous days of workouts. Another example of the resilience of our bodies.
Tonight I have a full docket. Staff meeting, home for dinner and putting Calvin to bed, then to the gym, followed by staining the deck. Yes, we will probably be staining the deck in the dark. So it goes. I cleaned the deck yesterday and I want to get the staining done now. We stained it two years ago in 97 degree weather when I was 5 or 6 months pregnant, so it could be worse.
I want to put a sign out for the birds asking them to kindly refrain from pooping on the deck since I spent an hour yesterday scrubbing it off. Please and thank you.
On the agenda for the gym tonight is a mini tri. A quick swim of 300 meters, a 10 minute bike ride and a 10 minute run.
Tonight I have a full docket. Staff meeting, home for dinner and putting Calvin to bed, then to the gym, followed by staining the deck. Yes, we will probably be staining the deck in the dark. So it goes. I cleaned the deck yesterday and I want to get the staining done now. We stained it two years ago in 97 degree weather when I was 5 or 6 months pregnant, so it could be worse.
I want to put a sign out for the birds asking them to kindly refrain from pooping on the deck since I spent an hour yesterday scrubbing it off. Please and thank you.
On the agenda for the gym tonight is a mini tri. A quick swim of 300 meters, a 10 minute bike ride and a 10 minute run.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Triathlon (yes, I am still doing that)
I have had many people tell me that I shouldn't be doing a triathlon. I had the stomach flu, Calvin had snot coming out his ear, and then I had strep throat. The triathlon is in less than 2 weeks away and in the past month I got in only one workout a week before a crisis would arise.
But, I am undeterred. So I will probably not rock this one. So I will definitely not finish first in any category. I guess I think those aren't valid excuses. (Is that the curse of the over-achiever: if you can't be perfect, why bother?) I have been training since January! Yes, it has been a rough month, but that doesn't mean I should throw it all away.
And, I already paid. The cheap-ass in me is doing that triathlon no matter what.
Cancer. Cancer just made all excuses seem like bullshit. Hey, listen. You can do whatever you want. In fact, if you haven't had the rug yanked out from under you, I am jealous of you. I wish I was you. I would put those 10 pounds back on if it meant I had my thyroid back. That sounds like a backdoor compliment, and it sort of was, but it is also true. I am not trying to judge anyone out there, but I just can't make any excuses. Even valid ones like illness. I couldn't make any excuses to get me out of a thyroidectomy. I just had to do it. And then I had to deal with all the consequences. If I can deal with that, I can eek out a triathlon.
On Sunday I got out for a run. I was reminded again of how strong I am even after all the flu and strep. My muscles had gone a week without a run, but within 10 minutes they were cooperating again. After a week, all is not lost. Oh, we give up so fast! I didn't see that before the thyroid cancer. We quit with the slightest defeat. My senior English teacher, Linda Mishkin, had a poster in her room that said, "I cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet." I could say, "I cried because _________, until I got cancer." Everything really just feels insignificant by comparison.
It isn't like I think about it all the time. I am not wallowing in it. It is just that my thinking has irrevocably shifted. I was running up hill yesterday and it hurt. It was hard. And I wanted to just walk. But I didn't because my neck still hurts as nerves around my scar rebuild and repair themselves. And a few weeks ago I couldn't remember if I had taken my thyroid hormone pill so I spent the day in limbo, kicking myself for not having a better system. That is really sucky. Running uphill? I think I can do that.
I am not even going into the much worse types of cancer that have affected people I know. Cancers that require chemo and radiation and far more invasive surgeries. In the grand scheme, I got off easy.
See, everything else is bullshit. Anything that doesn't help me do the job I love or love the family I have, is unnecessary. And I can run a block up hill. And do a triathlon in less than two weeks. Training (of some sort) every day for the next two weeks.
But, I am undeterred. So I will probably not rock this one. So I will definitely not finish first in any category. I guess I think those aren't valid excuses. (Is that the curse of the over-achiever: if you can't be perfect, why bother?) I have been training since January! Yes, it has been a rough month, but that doesn't mean I should throw it all away.
And, I already paid. The cheap-ass in me is doing that triathlon no matter what.
Cancer. Cancer just made all excuses seem like bullshit. Hey, listen. You can do whatever you want. In fact, if you haven't had the rug yanked out from under you, I am jealous of you. I wish I was you. I would put those 10 pounds back on if it meant I had my thyroid back. That sounds like a backdoor compliment, and it sort of was, but it is also true. I am not trying to judge anyone out there, but I just can't make any excuses. Even valid ones like illness. I couldn't make any excuses to get me out of a thyroidectomy. I just had to do it. And then I had to deal with all the consequences. If I can deal with that, I can eek out a triathlon.
On Sunday I got out for a run. I was reminded again of how strong I am even after all the flu and strep. My muscles had gone a week without a run, but within 10 minutes they were cooperating again. After a week, all is not lost. Oh, we give up so fast! I didn't see that before the thyroid cancer. We quit with the slightest defeat. My senior English teacher, Linda Mishkin, had a poster in her room that said, "I cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet." I could say, "I cried because _________, until I got cancer." Everything really just feels insignificant by comparison.
It isn't like I think about it all the time. I am not wallowing in it. It is just that my thinking has irrevocably shifted. I was running up hill yesterday and it hurt. It was hard. And I wanted to just walk. But I didn't because my neck still hurts as nerves around my scar rebuild and repair themselves. And a few weeks ago I couldn't remember if I had taken my thyroid hormone pill so I spent the day in limbo, kicking myself for not having a better system. That is really sucky. Running uphill? I think I can do that.
I am not even going into the much worse types of cancer that have affected people I know. Cancers that require chemo and radiation and far more invasive surgeries. In the grand scheme, I got off easy.
See, everything else is bullshit. Anything that doesn't help me do the job I love or love the family I have, is unnecessary. And I can run a block up hill. And do a triathlon in less than two weeks. Training (of some sort) every day for the next two weeks.
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