Running In Fog

The fog lay thick enough so that trees vanished from view a few few dozen strides away. Drops of water fell from tree branches and newly spun spider webs glowed white from condensation. As I ran towards a fire pond I became aware of the sounds of life playing louder and louder as I neared. Once there, I stood for several minutes listening to the symphony and watching the fog roll across the water. The frantic voices of frogs mingled with a single song bird and in the distance the pounding of a wood pecker echoed as loud as any jack hammer.

Spring is arriving.

Time for new life and hope.

My recovery continues to go well but my heart is burdened with the news that my mother has been diagnosed with kidney cancer. There is good news, it appears the cancer has not spread, yet the surgery to remove the tumor will require an extremely skilled surgeon and team.

I am not a “church goer” but it might surprise many to know that I consider myself a religious person. I believe in the power of prayer and will be praying for my Mom. For any of you who pray please remember my Mother in your intentions. 

This weekend is Terrapin Mountain, a half trail marathon with over three thousand feet of climbing and descent. It was the last race trail race I ran prior to my cancer diagnosis and the first I'll run as a cancer survivor. I plan to crush my time from last year, we'll see.

Mike