Monday, November 28, 2016

Skiing - Day One

I could have skied earlier in the year.  I could have skied a month ago when KMart opened.  But, for a while, I was waiting for my new skis and bindings to be set up.  I bought the Nordica Enforcer 93 and the Marker Schizo binding.  A few weeks ago, I finally got the skis back.  But, I still had to do my pre-season orientation at Sugarbush, so I didn't ski that weekend.

The next weekend, some friends were going to KMart, but it was on Sunday, and I had to be on a train to NYC, so I had to pass.

Sugarbush opened the day before Thanksgiving.  Somehow, work won that day.  Family won on Thanksgiving Day.  Work the next day, plus we regretfully had to deal with our older dog passing away overnight.  Then, it was Saturday.  I slept in a bit after a few long days.  I walked the younger dog in mud and muck.  And then, I succumbed to college football.

But yesterday, I was scheduled to work.  At Sugarbush.  It would also be a chance to meet our new ski school director.  I can't even recall how many ski school directors I've worked for in the past 16 years.  I was hired by a guy named Tim, but he was replaced by Bill, before that season ever started. Then, Bill lost the job, and we had a handful of short-timers.  Some were internal, some were attempts to leverage some of the "historical" figures in Sugarbush history - an Olympian and a star of extreme skiing films.  One guy, who I think was named Ed, didn't last long, and his best advice all winter was to keep your gas tank full, in case you got stuck in a snow bank.  I don't think I ever saw him ski at all.  Then, Bill came back.  Then, Russ, who I had a good relationship with, but he only made it 4 years.  But now, we have a very well respected new ski school director.  He came to SB from Mad River Glen, but he's been involved in PSIA for many years, at the top levels.  He's a great skier, a great teacher, and he's been very successful running few other ski schools.

And, I have to say, I wasn't disappointed.  Yesterday was a day for our staff trainers to ski together and talk about how we are going to train the rest of the staff this year.  So, we only had very experienced instructors, and Terry had us start with some super simple movements.  Then another.  And another.  I was skiing for the first time on my my skis, but as I felt more comfortable on the skis, Terry's input clicked.  I kept waiting for the half dozen other things to try, that I fully expected.

Regretfully, this is a hallmark of teaching skiing, especially at the upper end.  You give someone some good info.  Add a bit more.  A bit more.  And, rather than stopping there, you just keep piling on new info and new things to try.  At this point, I often feel overloaded and it's almost like I've lost my ability to comprehend anything, and my skiing goes to crap.

But, Terry didn't do that.  After just a couple simple concepts, he stopped  We did play with variations on the theme as the day progressed.  Terry recognized that many people hadn't skied before yesterday, and let people head home as soon as they felt tired.  Conditions were a bit challenging, with some snow guns throwing wet snow at us, and sticky snow on the ground.  On day one, the goal is to get re-acquainted with movements we haven't made for months, dial in new equipment, remember a few key points, and try to put it all together.  All day, I didn't hear Terry make one negative comment about people's skiing.  He offered simple advice at times, and he did ask hard questions, but no one was made to feel as if their skiing wasn't good enough.  And, to be honest, given the group I was with, I always expect that to happen to me.

Most of the other trainers at Sugarbush have been there much longer than I have, or they have a higher certification level from PSIA than I have.  I feel like the least skilled staff trainer out there, and I always feel a bit self conscious in that group.  But, Terry made me feel at home as he saw me make improvements in my my movements, and he made sure I knew he saw them.

All in all, it was a very good day.  I like my new skis.  I like my new ski school director.  I already like my direct supervisor.  And, the mountain is fantastic about working around my current health issues, to allow me to contribute how I can, when I can.

I have to miss next weekend, when we will train most of our staff for the season.  But, if the radiation this week doesn't take too much out of me, I hope I can ski the following weekend, probably helping out some younger coaches as they get placed with young students for the first time.

I have to admit that before my last scan, I told my wife that I would simply sell my new skis if I got bad news.  And, I was serious about doing that.  But, my wife recognizes that skiing is good for me mentally.  It's something I love and something I want to do, even despite everything else going on right now.  She fully supported me being there yesterday.

And, on another note, I leave for Manhattan on Wednesday and my radiation starts on Thursday.  Hopefully, I will get through it OK, but it kind of scares me that I need to be prepared with pain meds, anti-anxiety meds, anti-nausea meds, and I've had lots of warnings that high dose radiation can hit people pretty hard.  So, we will see how that goes.

For now, I'm just going to bask in the glow of a day of fun skiing, with my friends, at a mountain that I love.  As much as I love fly fishing and the warmer months, I also love skiing, teaching skiing, and I've got some amazing friends at the mountain.  As long as I breathe, I want to be part of the ski school.  Well, at least as long as I can adequately turn a pair of skis into the next turn.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Next Steps

I spent the day in NYC yesterday.  And no, I wasn't interviewing for a Cabinet position in the Trump administration, although I did walk past the security people and the crowds mobbing the sidewalk on either side of the street in front of the Trump Palace, or whatever he calls that place.

I spent the day at Sloan Kettering doing what is known as a radiation simulation.  It involved a number of scans, some custom torture devices, some tiny little markers tattooed on my skin, and a schedule for the actual treatments.

I was hoping we would start on Monday, 12/5.  Instead, the plan is to start on 12/1.  This means my treatments will go over a calendar week, even though there won't be any treatments on the weekend itself, but I will stay in NYC for the weekend.

I'm currently working with social services at the hospital, trying to find some lodging I can afford for a week in NYC.  All of the travel to Sloan Kettering this year, treatment costs, plus hotel rooms, and meals in NYC have taken a financial toll, and I simply can't stay in a commercial hotel for a week.  So, they are looking into some options, one of which might be free.  The second choice is a pretty crappy place, but it's tolerable and only $60 per night.

So, if all goes as planned, I will ride the train to NYC next Wednesday.  I will have radiation treatments on Thursday and Friday.  Then, I'll get the weekend off, and have more treatments on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.  I would come back home on Thursday, the 8th.

Liposarcoma in the retroperitoneal space does not respond well to typical radiation, but it does respond better to high dose radiation, which is what we will be doing.  In particular, it will be a form of radiation called IGRT - Image Guided Radiation Therapy.  I will get the same amount of radiation in 5 treatments that others might get in 30-40 treatments.  Of course, that kind of dose comes with a slew of side effects - pain, nausea, burnt/irritated skin, and extreme fatigue.  Plus, given the location of the lesion, they need to be very careful not to damage a section of colon that they don't think they can completely avoid and they also need to avoid hitting the liver.

I'm most afraid of the fatigue, at least in the short term.  In the short term, the risk to the colon is real, and if that tissue burns through, it would be a medical emergency probably requiring surgery.  But, the radiation oncologist thinks that with the high tech IGRT, the risk is about 5% of that happening.

I would like to hope that my fitness level will help me out, but I was warned yesterday by a nurse that the fatigue is very real, and the nausea is very prevalent, and I should expect to lose some weight and feel tired for a few weeks.  With ski season starting this weekend, that's not great news.  But, I have very limited options right now, so this is what I will deal with.

Six weeks after radiation ends, I will return to NYC for another CT scan.  In some cases, the radiation kills the tumor completely.  In some cases, it doesn't, or they can't tell from the scan.  If the tumor still seems potentially viable in any way, they will schedule me for surgery to remove what remains.  That will mean another 1-2 weeks in NYC, with 5 or so nights in the hospital.  But, for now, that's an unknown, and I'm not going to worry about it.

My goal for right now is to deal with the radiation, recover from that, and get back to training and skiing as quickly as possible.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Just crushed

It would be easy to describe last Tuesday as the worst day in my life up until this point.  Not only did the election go in a direction that I still find unimaginable, but I found out that my liposarcoma has returned.

I don't want this to be a political post, but my biggest fear about the election was tied directly to the ACA.  While the ACA hasn't really been affordable for me (we have spent over $30K on premiums plus out of pocket expenses in 2 of the last 4 years), I have taken solace in the fact the people who couldn't get insurance before were getting it now.  My insurance company doesn't want to cover me (two primary cancers in the past 3 years) and they don't want to cover my wife (another primary cancer in between my two diagnoses) and they most likely don't want to cover my children, who are both 18+.

To get the care that I need for a very rare cancer, I am doing most of my treatment at Sloan Kettering in NYC.  While this is expensive for me - lots of travel expenses - I have access to docs there who truly understand the cancer I'm dealing with now.  If I could only go to hospitals here in VT, I'd have little hope of a positive outcome.  It's not that they are bad docs, but rather that my diagnosis is so rare and so dangerous that I need true specialists in this disease, and that's not what I have here in VT.

So, if the ACA is repealed completely and not replaced, I'm likely a dead man.  If the pre-existing conditions clause is not maintained, I'm a dead man.  So, I had a very vested interest in the outcome of the election.

Regretfully, my new tumor is at a tough spot - behind the liver, near the spine, near the diaphragm, and possibly entwined with the inferior vena cava.  This would be very difficult to simply cut out, so my surgeon wants me to do a week of high dose radiation, wait six weeks, and then have surgery.  He said it's still a significant surgery, but if no other lesions show up, hopefully, I will have a smaller incision and easier recovery than the last 2 times.

It also means that for the 3rd time in 4 years, my ski season will be interrupted, and I will be unable to perform my normal job as an instructor.  I will still ski and teach, but I'll simply have to fit in as many days as possible.

Most likely, I'll be in NY for a radiation simulation next week.  Then, radiation the week of 12/5.  Then, a break for 6 weeks or so.  Another CT scan.  And then, most likely, another surgery in late January.

It's a tough blow.  It probably means that any modest hopes I had for a cure are now gone.  Maybe, but it's just not very likely.  The surgeon is confident that we can still achieve some sort of longer-term remission, but I'm skeptical.  This does happen for some people, but not for others.

My biggest concern, to be honest, is how each round of treatment just chips away at me, both physically and mentally.  Each round creates a few more permanent side effects.  Each round shakes me up mentally.  And, for me, each round gets tougher to take.  In the past 3 years, I've now had a major biopsy, laparoscopic surgery, major surgery, 4 rounds of inpatient chemo, another major surgery, and I'm now looking at a week of radiation and then another surgery.  Mentally, I simply feel beaten down.  I've talked about just skipping the treatments, although I do know very well what that would mean.

So, for now, I'd say I'm down, but I'm not out.  I will fight on.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Ghost Train Race Report

I don't even remember the last time I used the phrase "Race Report" in a subject line.  My last marathon was 5 years ago, and my last ultra was a DNF (timed out midway) in a 50K - 6 years ago.

Last winter, during chemo, I floated the idea of an ultra to my wife.  There was (and still is) so much uncertainty related to my liposarcoma, and I needed to plan something.  Mentally, I needed to know that I could still plan ahead in my life, prepare for something, and have it happen.  It might not make sense to most people, but I'm sure every cancer patient would understand.

My first thought was to do the 50K at the Maine Track Club 50K/50M.  This has been a favorite race of mine in the past, but I found out that it's now been discontinued.  My thought was that I could do 50K in the 50 mile time limit, so I could finish.  With that race gone, my options seemed more limited.

I briefly considered A Race For The Ages, but that was more than I wanted to do.  I did not want a race that would allow me to accumulate miles for 54 hours.

Finally, a friend mentioned Ghost Train in Brookline, NH.  The format is similar to most 100 milers, and many of the people are there to run 100 miles.  But, it's on a 7.5 mile stretch of rail trail, and you do out-and-backs on the trail.  For this race, you can choose to do 30 miles, 45, 60, 75, 90 or 100.  It might even be possible to shoot for 105 or 120 or more, but I didn't really look into that option.

I told my wife about it and said that I thought 30 miles would be a good goal.  I believe that it was my wife who suggested that with a 30 hour time limit, 45 miles should be possible.  And, she offered to do it with me.  My wife has done 3 marathons - 2 on trail and 1 on the road.  She has paced 30 miles at the VT100.  But, she had never done an ultra.  At the time, I felt like she was simply trying to encourage me, and I honestly never expected her to do the race.

So, last February, I contacted the RD so we could reserve one of the camping spaces at the start/finish area.  He said he was surprised by my early request, because registration wasn't even open.  I explained the cancer story behind my request, and he responded quickly that we had a camping spot.

And then, I screwed up.  I didn't sign up for the race right away.  And, it filled up before I tried to enter.  Luckily, there is a waiting list and we were told it was very likely we would get in if we signed up immediately for the waiting list.  In August, we got confirmation that we were in the race.

So, after 6 years away from ultras, and not being much of a runner any more, how does one train for an ultra.  In one respect, I could say we didn't.  That would be sort of true.  My longest day was a 5 mile walk/run followed by a 3 mile dog walk.  My wife's longest day was a hike of Mt. Hunger that took us a few hours for just over 4 hilly miles.  I did that hike as well.

But, we did CrossFit all the time, we were doing a weekly aerobic capacity class at CF, and we did get out walking as much as possible.  We just never really did any long walks.

Through the summer, we both saw our aerobic capacity improve through the one weekly class at CF, plus running in regular CF classes, and our weekend walks.  And suddenly, it was almost race time and we lamented that we'd not even done a 10 mile walk all summer.  How would this work out?

We left work early last Friday, trying to get to the race starting area in a lull during a rainy day.  We got our tent set up quickly in some light rain, and things stayed mostly dry.  We went to the pre-race dinner with friends.  After dinner, it was absolutely pouring.  We drove back to our tent.  For 20 minutes, we sat in the car, looking at the rain and the frequent lightning, wondering what to do.  I told my wife that I just wanted to drive home, leaving the tent and everything behind.  That wasn't realistic, but I wanted nothing to do with the rain.

Finally, I suggested finding a hotel for the night to avoid the worst of the weather.  I hated to spend the money when I had a free tent spot, but it allowed us to keep everything dry, we could shower in the morning, we would have access to coffee, and we would get a real night of sleep in a warm dry bed.  My wife even enjoyed a couple beers in the hotel bar before we went to bed.

We got up at 6:30 on Saturday morning, got some coffee, showered, got dressed, and had some more coffee.  By 7:30, we were parked beside our tent, and ready to go.  We got our race numbers, socialized with friends, and got ready for a long, long walk.

Just after 9:00, we were off.  We had started near the back, but we still got passed by a few people early on.  By 9:30, we were sure we were dead last, but one runner was late for the start and passed us a bit later.  After she passed us, we were all alone.

At this point, it became like any other ultra.  Keep moving.  Pay attention to your feet.  Eat.  Drink.  Repeat.  We finished the first 15 miles at about 2:45.  We grabbed our headlamps and flashlights and headed out for a second lap.  This one started out faster than the first had, but we definitely slowed down in the darkness during the last 7.5 miles.  We were 10 minutes slower on lap #2 than we had been on the first.  We finished a the second loop at about 8:40.  From there, we changed clothes and headed to Nashua for some dinner.  My stomach was off a bit and I struggled to eat a bowl of clam chowder.  My wife had no such problems (she did say her stomach felt a bit queasy, but I'm not sure I'm buying it), as she ate a burger and fries and drank a beer.

We got back to the tent later than I'd hoped, and we went straight to sleep.  We set our alarm for a bit before 7:00.  The goal was coffee and breakfast at 7:00 and we would start hiking at 8:00.  But, we were both tired.  Sore.  Blistered.  Sleep-deprived.  We talked around the issue of not going out again.  In the end, I think we both wanted to bail, but neither of us would say it first.  So, a little bit after 8:00, we started our final lap.

We were moving OK to start, but by mile 5, I was slowing down.  The turnaround boosted our spirits a bit, but we still had 7.5 miles to go.  But again, like every ultra, you just keep moving and you will eventually get there.  I did have the additional worry of making sure we would finish by the 30 hour cut-off, but we had plenty of cushion and we made it easily.

Our total elapsed time for 45 miles was 29:25.  Our "time on feet" was under 18 hours, but not by a lot.

I have a couple nasty blisters.  So does my wife.  We went to CrossFit on Tuesday and rowed a 5K time trial, but I had nothing.  I should have been able to do this in close to 21 flat, but it took me 22:22.2.  My wife worked hard to get under 30 minutes.  Being short is a huge disadvantage on the rower for my wife.

We rested again on Wednesday, and I think we are going to try CrossFit at an easy level tonight.

Killington opened the east coast ski season this week.  I have new skis and I will start work at Sugarbush in a few weeks.  In the interim, maybe I'll get out to fly fish for a bit, or maybe not.  Right now, I just want to recover from the race and get ready to ski.

After the race was over, my wife did suggest that we come back and try 60 miles next year.  I'm willing to give it a shot, I think.  Maybe.  Probably?

Friday, October 7, 2016

Another long absence, but it's due to a lack of anything interesting to say

Things are going pretty well these days.  I mean, life isn't without challenges, and after a cancer diagnosis like I got at this time last year, things will never be exactly the same.  But, right this minute, I can't complain.

I was doing some PT to help with swelling and pain after my last surgery.  Early on, I seemed to find some benefit, but as time wore on, the sessions seemed to hurt more and provide less benefit.  The therapist was doing lots of dry needling in scar tissue, and I was finding myself taking pain medication just to get through PT.  In my last session, she hit something with a needle that had me almost jump off the table.  So, we weren't really making much progress, and my primary reason for being there was to fix the muscle imbalance caused by the removal of most of my right psoas major muscle in March.  My sprinting, deadlifts and back squats are all going well right now, and all 3 require hip extension that activates the psoas.  So, I'm going to call it a success and move on.

Another reason that I'm stopping the PT is that I need time for some other medical help.  After 2 cancers for me (3 surgeries, 4 inpatient chemo sessions) and 1 cancer for my wife (2 surgeries, a 3rd unrelated surgery, and a month of radiation), I am a mess at times, at least from an emotional perspective.  I'm mad at times.  I'm sad at times.  I'm dealing with pain on a daily basis that will likely never go away.  The local teaching hospital has therapists within their cancer center.  These are people who only work with cancer patients and their families.  So, after thinking this over for a while, and talking with my wife, we decided it might be a good idea for me to talk to a professional about all of what I've been through, and what may still lie ahead.  Unlike a certain orange presidential candidate, I'm willing to admit that I need help, and I refuse to consider myself weak for needing that help.  So, I'm taking the step.  My first session this week was challenging.  A lot came to head - a lot that I didn't even realize I was simply holding in and holding onto, and just one hour had me feeling better.  I go back next week.

I still have another CT scan before ski season starts, but unless the cancer is back next month, I'm planning to teach skiing all winter this year.  The timing was a bit tough from an equipment perspective, but I took the risk and bought new skis and bindings this week.  The skis I wanted, the Nordica Enforcer 93s, have gotten such great press that I knew if I waited until after my scan, they would be sold out at the professional pricing level.  So, I bought them now.  Even in a worst case scenario, I should be able to sell them unused to a fellow ski instructor here in VT.

Unlike last year at this time, when I was recovering from a big time abdominal surgery, I am in a much better place this year and I was able to take my annual September fly fishing trip.  If anyone cares about that, the link to my fishing blog is in the sidebar.

Work is busy, but our company continues to just hold on.  I'm not a business development person, but the closest we are to a new contract right now is work that I've been doing with a company in Philadelphia.  This all started when they wanted to sell me some development tools, but over time, their company goals changed, and we are really better suited to collaborate on projects.  So, we are trying to introduce each other to our current customers and find ways to work together.  If we don't have a new contract or two pretty soon, it's easy to imagine us not making it more than 6 more months, at best.  Hopefully, it won't come to that, but we will see.

And, training continues to go OK.  I have pretty much officially regained the weight I lost last year while sick, even the part I didn't want to come back.  But, as I mentioned before, my workouts are going well, so I'm OK with things as they are.

I have gotten back to 375 pounds for the deadlift, vs. a best of 440 before I got sick.  My back squat is up to 295 (for a double) and I'm sure I'll do a single at 315 this coming Monday.  My Tuesday night aerobic capacity class is going well, and I'm really enjoying the days we do sprint work rather than baseline cardio work.

If I pull off my goal of 45 miles at the Ghost Train ultra in 2 weeks, this class will have been a major reason why.  My longest training day is only 8.5 miles or so, and I'm planning to walk 45 miles over a 30 hour period.  I even bought new running shoes - Altra Provisions.  I had never used Altra shoes before, but I know they are very popular in the ultra world right now, and so far, I love them.

See - not much of note.  I'm working, working out, fishing, thinking about skiing, dealing with the side effects of cancer, and just trying to get by.  If I was a praying man, I would also be praying that we don't end up with an orange jackass for President, but I'm going to have to trust the voters to do the right thing there.  I have to admit, and this is somewhat maudlin, that I've been wondering if this will be my last time voting for POTUS.  I will be in NYC on election day (second time in a row), so I need to vote early.  We have too many important state and local races to even consider sitting this one out.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016


I had my last cancer treatment in early March.  But, it was a surgery called a laparotomy, which entails a large incision in the abdomen and open (non-laparoscopic) surgery.  While still in the hospital, I was already up and walking a lot.  After my discharge from the hospital, I had to stay in NYC for a few days and I walked a lot on those days.

I got home and started walking on the treadmill while my wife did CrossFit.  Within a month of surgery, I added some rowing, and two weeks after that, I slowly started getting back into CrossFit classes.

Even now, due to pain from scar tissue, some movements are still difficult - burpees, box jumps, rope jumping and running, plus kipping on a bar.  But, I'm using some compression clothing to help with this, seeing a physical therapist, and using pain meds as needed to control the pain.

I've now been training, uninterrupted, since late April - almost 5 months.  And things are finally starting to come around.

Last Friday, I finished off a deadlift workout with a single rep of 375.  That's my heaviest deadlift in over 2 years.  My lifetime PR of 440 was done 3 years ago.

Last night, I did a back squat at 295 - my heaviest back squat in 23 months.  I think I might have been capable of doing 305 or 315.  My lifetime PR of 375 was over 3 years ago.

I then ran a mile in 8:39.  Not too fast, but my fastest in years.

I'm finally seeing some real progress and seeing my strength getting close to where it was.

I still have some things to get better at, but I'm encouraged by the progress.

On the downside, I haven't been doing any Olympic lifting.  Well, a little bit, but more for volume than strength.  We normally do Oly lifts on Tuesday, and I've been doing an Aerobic Capacity class that day instead.

Also, we've been doing back squats on Mondays and front squats on Fridays, but I'm opting to deadlift most Fridays.  So, my front squat is lagging my back squat.

And, don't even ask about my bench press or strict press right now.

But, as long as I can train like I'm training now, all of these things will improve.  It feels good to be on this side of the recovery and seeing real improvements from my training.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Too Busy to Post, and That's a Good Thing

I last posted in late May.  I've been swamped since then, but to be honest, it's good stuff.

In May and into early June, I pretty much fished every second I wasn't at the gym or at work.  And, I was at the gym a lot.

We had my daughter's high school graduation in May.  Then, we took off to Lake Tahoe for a week of vacation.  Vacation was spent with friends in a house they had rented at Lake Tahoe.  We got in a couple days of fly fishing, a lot of mini golf, some disc golf, lots of hiking and walking, and a lot of great meals, plus some visits with friends who live in CA.  At the end of the trip, we spent a day in San Francisco and saw a baseball game (the hated Giants won 8-7 over the Phillies, but it was a good game), and then we visited Amoeba Records - a store my son has always wanted to see.

As soon as we got home from CA, my wife and I showered, packed some clothes and headed to New York for my CT scan at Sloan Kettering.  The scan was completely clean - my first clean scan since I first heard the word liposarcoma.

By mid-July, fishing was getting very tough due to a mild drought and very warm summer.  It's been a few weeks now since I have fished, although I'm going to go way north to fix that problem this weekend.

I had a huge project at work.  I had re-negotiated our primary IT contract with the company that provides our servers for us.  This allowed me to consolidate some servers, add some security features, and make our systems more secure at a lower price than we were paying before.  But, it took almost 6 weeks to plan and execute the cut-over to the new hardware and some new software versions.

About the time we finished that project, my wife and I had our 30th wedding anniversary.  We had a really nice lunch in Boston the weekend before our anniversary, and we saw Bryan Ferry while we were there.  The weekend after our anniversary, I cooked a nice dinner with my wife's family, and we opened some nice wines, including two Bordeaux from our wedding year, one of which was the amazing Mouton Rothschild.  That wine is still too young at age 30, so I'm hoping to open our other bottle for our 40th anniversary.  I'm already planning a bottle of 1986 Chateau Margaux for our 50th.

And now, the house is in chaos as my daughter is preparing to head off to Syracuse next week to start her freshman year of college

In the interim, we are just trying to enjoy life.  I have my next CT scan in November, and if that one is clear, I will be clear for all of ski season.  My wife and I are training a lot - in the gym and walking and (some) running on the weekends, plus a little bike riding for me.

So, we are busy doing the things we love, living life, trying not to think about cancer too much, and just appreciating being able to do these things.  Life has been good.

We are still on the waiting list for the Ghost Train ultra in October.  My wife and I have modest goals for that race - 45 miles over 36 hours for me, and probably 30 miles for my wife.  We both intend to walk the entire time.