I can remember when I couldn’t run 100 meters. During chemo – I couldn’t even complete Wii Fit exercises. But earlier this year I joined a running club (www.zeitfuersport.com) and today I ran 10KM in 1 hour 11 minutes (www.jogandrock.com). It’s not my best time – my best time is 1 hour 8 minutes. But hell, it was GREAT and I feel great and I ran with some dear friends (see pictures).
But I vaguely remembered for the first time that today that I had had cancer and what I had achieved was indeed a really big deal. As I crossed the finishing line as everyone else smiled and cheered – I could only cry.
I mean my run was hardly a fascinating triumph of glory – but I didn’t care. I couldn’t top myself as the tears poured down. Now, a few hours later I am just embarrassed about it. But its OK. I haven’t cried about cancer for a long time.
I remember I had it – my two year diagnosis anniversary is around the corner – but yikes. I have been refusing to remember. I just want to move on now and get on with my life. But you know what; cancer is something you can’t forget or put behind you. You can move forward – but if you forget you get complacent.
I don’t want to be complacent for the rest of my life –but I am so proud of myself.
Here are some pictures. Thanks to Christine Suck for running with me – Antonio – (www.visitanyplace.com ) for being a great trainer, Svetlana, Birgi and Martina – for making it a great race.