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!
Hole
7 years ago
9 comments:
YOU GO GIRL!!!
Even with your 1o minutes, you leave me in the dust! You always have! And I love cheering for you!
I'll be cheering you on! Go Anne!!!! You're amazing!
As a fellow runner who has endured a few episodes of not being able to run for a long time, I can feel your joy at those 10 minutes. That must feel so wonderful--doing something that seems impossible usually does feel wonderful. Go, Anne! Your love of life is contagious.
Sorry we haven't had a chance to really talk to each other. Bellie has her surgery tomorrow morning, I will try calling after that. I am so proud of you! I ran 6 miles on Saturday. It was so hard, but I was so proud of myself for doing it. It was horribly humid out and when I got home Ben said, "whoa, your face is the color of a beet."
I am so glad that you decided to play kickball and had a great time! You would never know you were going through chemo with how much you smile and do! You are the best example!
Way to go, Anne--I'm dang impressed!
Yay! Good for you, Anne!
I am so happy for you! running is such a big part of my life. I am so glad are able to get back into it! Good luck in the many mile to come!!
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