Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth, faithfulness the best relationship.
Two short weeks left before the half marathon. It is starting to feel real again. Can I do the 13 miles, yeah. Can I do it fast enough to have Adam give me my medal (or to get a medal any way but in the mail) I only hope so. It will be my driving force. I can do this.
Bear is a little worried that I won’t be able to do it. I know I will finish… I’m a Welton… I’m a Deniker… I’m a stubborn little somebody. I don’t know if I will be able to walk the next morning. I don’t think I will be able to drive home from the race. Good thing Adam is volunteering again… But I will finish. And I will be wearing purple as I cross the finish line… Purple Shirt… Black pants… and my Disney Fanny Pack.
I have been trying DESPIRATELY to finish Out Of Joint… it is a painful read… a depressing read… a read that I have to fight against bringing me down. I didn’t start as early but some of the extra side effects are already there for me… but I’ll be damned if I will let a little RA stop me from living my life.