Stubbed Toe

I stubbed my toe on a rock and it hurt ! Actually it was the second time in less then a week that I had done so with similar results.What an odd sensation as the nerves in my feet start coming "On-Line" again.

It has been a strange week, one with some really good ups and downs. Take yesterday for example, feeling good after an eight mile run on Wednesday I headed out on a unbelievable Thursday afternoon to do whatever mileage I felt like doing. My right foot was somewhat sore from a small rollover I had the day before but after a mile or so that went away. As I mentioned the weather was fantastic for February, in the high fifties and sunny to boot. With Molly in tow we hummed along until I decided it was time to “Go exploring”.

New Trails are always fun, anymore I know as long as the sun is out I can't get lost. So four or five miles into our run I saw a new trail I wanted to explore. It was a Mountain Bikers trail that became a labyrinth further up on the mountain amongst the bolder fields. It was a blast ! When I returned to “Proven” trails I knew my run would end up being somewhat over nine miles.

I felt great when I returned home and surely wish to report the feeling remained with me for the rest of the day but a dozen or more trips to the “Comfort Station” (generally in a sprint) tempered the satisfaction from the afternoon run. Even so, it's a price I'm more than willing to pay.

Reiki this morning, once again in the able hands of Dee and Lorette; I left the Cancer Center feeling so much better than when I arrived. Most of my experiences with our sessions are absolutely the best when I have the ability to fully “Let Go” of everything, relax and feel the energy of my practitioners and myself. Easier said then done; too much of the mundane day to day worries of normal life get in the way, yet when I can get where I want it is quite extraordinary.

I have Surgery scheduled for March 1^st to remove the port. This will be somewhat of a milestone for me because I cannot look at myself in the mirror thinking I have beaten cancer with the implant there. Now if it were a six million dollar man implant, and, if I'd “Toast” all my runner friends speed wise or bench press two hundred pounds so many times it would make my brother's heads spin I might have a slightly different take. I am grateful that we live in an age of such remarkable advances, but by God, “Get That Thing Out Of Me”, is my plea.

Getting On With All of It..... ME