I have a list. This is a series of things I want to do. For example, I want to paint my toenails, go to the local Walmart, make all the beds in my house, fold some baskets of laundry and pick the toys up off the upstairs floor. I want to work on several writing projects, read a couple of books and take my daughter to Justice and the new shoe store I found the other day. And I want to run like I used to, training for a marathon. If I only had the time…
Friday, May 28, 2010
My husband asked me something this morning. He asked me if I ever thought about running any more. It was a nice way of wanting to know if I plan on running my "turning 40" marathon anytime soon.
You see, I haven’t run one.single.solitary mile since starting radiation and moving. That’s sad. I just honestly left anything that resembled a routine behind when I moved to the lake. I had grand visions of running around this beautiful body of water here. Or at least, running in my sauna-of-a-garage on my nifty, new-to-me treadmill.
We moved in and the awesome treadmill is too big to fit down the stairs. So for weeks it has remained sandwiched between bunk beds and boxes. Upstairs. Next week is the golden week. That’s when some movers are supposed to come and work moving magic on my treadmill. Next week I hope I can huff and puff one mile out since it’s already in the upper nineties here. It’s too bad I can’t seem to find a time when I can take off and explore the lake. Although, I’m sure that will come. So for now, I’m looking forward to the nice sweat I am sure to work up in my garage. I’ll keep you posted.
My husband had to politely ask me that because I haven’t talked about it much lately. I haven’t talked about much lately. When I’m tired, run ragged, mentally and physically exhausted, my words deflate. They leave. I get linguistically challenged. I answer in short, snippy answers. Just getting those rather rude answers out gets laborious. It’s sad. The cure is to spend time totally silent. Alone. I guess you could say that I’m an introverted extrovert. (Thankfully, my husband gives me grace... and time alone!)
Anyway, the reason I can fight cancer to the curb once and for all without worrying about running a marathon is because of this guy. He is a fellow sarcoma survivor I "met" online. I read his website and found something I could identify with. I emailed him. The week we spoke by phone, I was rather down, my mind spinning circles about the future effects of the toxic radiation treatments I would soon be receiving. His words helped me. He told me to just do what was required for today and when tomorrow comes, we will have found a cure. Together.
That’s what he does. He races for a cure. This weekend he’s running (and swimming and biking) a triathlon. In my honor. His words to me a few weeks ago were these, “You fight and don’t worry about running. We’re running for you.”
And when I’m well, Team Endure will be running with me! How awesome is that?
And I have been a constant example of how you can help those in need by working hard. You should remember the words of the Lord Jesus: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ Acts 20:35