Finally Friday! I woke up with not a very motivating attitude to run. I'm exhausted and my body keeps screaming at me. But despite the yells I got out of bed, threw my workout clothes on and out the door I went.
In some sick way, in just these past five days I've become addicted to the way I feel after I wake up and run in the morning. The energy and the clear mind that I've started each day out with this week has encouraged me to keep going.
Today was different. I began on my warm up walk on the damp pavement after it had rained throughout the night. Normally, I would have never gone outside if there was anything wet- -but this is a part of my lifestyle change that I talked about in my first blog, right?
Well, it turns out that I should have strayed away from those dark skies and damp payment. With just a block away from my house the pitch black sky turned to flashing spot lights with the lightening and a thunder crash directly following. Probably not the best idea to go running with lightening- - I'm not that fast yet.
Instead I went home to get ready for work early so that I could get off early and run then. Sounds ok, right? Hmm.. well- have you ever had one of those days when one thing goes wrong it seems like everything else does, too? Yup, that seemed to be my morning. With the thunder crashing and now the rain coming down heavily, my Friday seemed grim.
Being at work without running that morning seemed awkward as I felt like my body wasn't working quite yet- like I needed a burst of energy to feel comfortable. All day I was looking forward to the time that I could run- - ((what? Did I seriously just say that? ))
Truth is, when I began to think about my "bad day" it really turned out to be just a "bad attitude." Sometime during the day I realized that I'm blessed with a body that can move, run, exercise, stretch, and grow stronger, and that burst of energy that I was waiting on will eventually come.
I never realized what a blessing that was until there were times when Dad would have a "bad day" and it was truly a bad day. I used to get angry with him when he wouldn't participate in family get togethers because he was too tired. His energy was shot, not because he was looking at life negatively (like I was today) but because his body couldn't withstand the pain and weight of the cancer rapidly spreading. Not feeling comfortable in his body wasn't caused by not having the chance to exercise, it was because he didn't have the ability to control his own body anymore- and that burst of energy that would make me feel better would never again come for him. Now that's a bad day.
These moments of realization come just as that flash of lightening, giving me understanding to his hurt and pain. Just another reminder that better treatments and better cures are needed.. which means there needs to be more research- and how much money do they need? Let me give you an example:
My mom informed this week that a experimental treatment that my dad had tried got approved to be used as a treatment for cancer this past month. It was a sort of shot that he got every once in awhile. Each shot cost over $50,000- -EACH SHOT. The series was 3-4 shots I believe. Luckily, because my dad was a part of the experimental study he received these shots for free but the price has sense gone up for patients that will use this as treatment. If the shot alone cost this much for one person, think about the entire study and how big of a price tag that was.
Research is expensive.. but then again, how valuable is a life that could be saved?
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