Two Sunday's ago, I was running along Lake Michigan in Chicago. That was the day before my disease began to take a new turn. Today, I tried to run the same amount of time and distance. Not close to successful.
Funny how quickly our bodies can change on us. It happens so fast.
Went to a friend's house last night for some conversation, music, beer and fajitas. I was able to enjoy three of those four. The beer was left out for me. It is one of the most awkward things to be at a party where the beer is flowing freely and you are unable to imbibe without dire consequences. At least it was for me last night. It may be one of the least enjoyable experiences I have had in a long time. I did however enjoy some of the conversations, at times, throughout the evening. However, I found myself, again, in a position to defend my profession, my illness, my parenting, and my dislike of the word F&^*.
Sometimes I find that my body is not the only thing changing. I'm finding that my way of seeing things is changing to, especially when I'm not wearing beer goggles.
