Eleven Days

Eleven days have passed since my last chemo and radiation treatment and I can honestly say I'm getting stronger with each day.

This morning I took Molly out for our morning run and found myself just gliding along the trails in a daze as streams of light poured into haze filled woodlands. I'm still not at a point that I can have one hundred percent confidence regarding “unplanned stops” but that has gotten much better the past few days.

Sue and I have decided to make our annual pilgrimage to our cabin in the U.P. , we have scheduled it so I can even compete in the famous “Run Your Bass Off” 10K. Look out senior division! I have also decided to run an unofficial “Half CAT” on July 30th. For those not familiar with the Catoctin 50K, it is without a doubt the hardest race I've done to date. The 50K race is actually closer to 55K and covers trails full of ankle twisting, foot grabbing roots and rocks. Throw in the fact that it's the end of July in Maryland when the ole 90/90 (ninety degrees, ninety percent humidity) is often the norm. If that isn't enough then factor in hill after hill, yellow jackets, gnats, deer and horse flies large as Vampire Bats to paint the final picture. And we call this fun? I'll be very content to finish half of this race.

Later... Mike