I just ran 7 miles. 20 miler this past weekend, which I wasn't so sure about since I just ran the USA Rock n Roll marathon a month ago. I am feeling better than expected; strong. Running and training for the marathons have helped me a lot to control my emotions about my mom and how she fought those last days of her own marathon with FTD. Every time I want to give up I just think of how hard she fought to breathe and stay strong. It's amazing how running has been a therapy for me. It makes me feel alive again, when otherwise I feel lost knowing that I don't have my mom anymore. I sometimes, while running, pretend that she is now living inside of me and I use her strength to finish my last couple miles of a long run.
I know come May 5th, Betsy and I will have her with us.