I forgot to tell you something really important last night -- my brain was fried from being up early, racing through a hectic day, and celebrating all evening.
Yesterday, being Monday, was a morning workout day. As soon as I walked into the gym, Vicky (Coach Trill) asked me if I was getting close to my one-year anniversary. I responded that, yes, it was in fact my one-year anniversary that very day. She commented that as she watched me bound down the stairs on Hallowe'en night (she and her daughter were at the door, and I got elected - by David - to be the hander-outer), I looked like "an athlete" (Imagine! ME?!? An athlete!!). After leaving my door, she thought it had been about this time last year when I left morning workouts for good and, therefore, figured my diagnosis day must be coming up soon.
When Vicky learned that yesterday was my anniversary, she asked if we could do the cool down in my honour. Of course!
So ... after a grueling hour of AMRAP (As Many Reps As Possible) workout, we all cooled down by running laps of the gym to Kelly Clarkson's "What Doesn't Kill You, Makes You Stronger". My fellow "athletes" ran with me initially, and then stopped while I ran by them, giving me high fives and hugs.
It was definitely one of the highlights of my day and I can't believe I forgot about it while writing last night. I know that a one-hour workout is peanuts to lots of people, but it still feels like a major accomplishment to me.
It's not peanuts to me! WOW. Everyday I know you, you amaze and inspire me my dear sister! You're an incredible woman. You have the drive of Genghis Khan to conquer more than cancer, the strength and endurance of a ant or bodybuilder and the passion and upbeatness (okay a homemade word) of more than any one human. Thank you for finding me/us. Hugs and congrats!
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