It all started with KICKBALL!
Last week for Young Men and Young Womens on Wednesday night(I teach the 16-18 year old girls at my church and every week we have an activity for all youth 12-18 to participate in) we played kickball. I wasn't sure I could actually play, but I really wanted to. I love kickball. When they were counting off one-two-one-two I decided I didn't want these kids remembering me as someone who always sat on the sidelines. I felt pretty good. It was afterall my last night of chemo--so why not? We played three innings where everybody got one chance to kick. The other team scored with almost every person up to kick. My team on the other hand could've used a few practice sessions. It didn't matter though. I played. I kicked. I pitched. And I made it through. I didn't think I would a few times, but rounding the bases and even knocking sweet Emily Oborn off Home Plate so I could score (twice--I love you Emily!) was awesome!
After that night I decided--I'm sick of sickness. I was so sore from kickball, but I got on my treadmill anyway and walked. Then this morning it happened.
I had walked twenty minutes and I decided I wanted to run. I turned up the speed and I RAN. TEN MINUTES. I wish it were ten miles, but ten minutes is a start! It felt so good. It's been so long, but I just couldn't read about all those runners in the Ogden Marathon anymore--and not be a part. So I began my own marathon. Ten minutes today. Who knows what it will be tomorrow.
I feel great, tired, but great. Sure I have the pain in my chest and the new growth on the side of my jaw. But I'm tired of worrying about it. There are things I'm going to do. I'm not going to broadcast them yet, but just let your imagination run. Because I'm going to!
1 week ago