And as usual, we felt better as the days went on. We had challenges. Our rig got dirty. A tire went flat. We got scratched, hot, cold, and at one point acquired a few ticks. I took outdoor baths every day. It was perfect. So I am now up to slow 3 mile runs. A long way from a marathon but I have been here before-- a marathon is nothing more than a series of 3-mile runs.
The doctors have told me that my chances don't change by living large, that I really have little control over this miserable disease, but I do have control over whatever time I have --- as nearly all of us do. So go and make stories. Right now.