Hello Fellow Travelers!
A few months back I compared my post-tumorous self to an aging chicken or possibly a stringy-Madonna minus the desperation, I snarked. I was referring to my post-surgery, vertigo self. The self that never gives up or gets discouraged. Who am I trying to kid? I'm all kinds of desperate! I've got hot and cold running desperation up in here! The Grim Reaper stops by for cappucino every week, of course I'm a little desperate! Who wouldn't be? Well, I exaggerate (a little) but he does look through the windows and I wave him on.
This is my life I am fighting for. I don't give a tinker's damn how this struggle appears to anyone! Desperation should be my middle name! I bend pain and hunger to my will (or just ignore those feelings entirely) to stave off Death! It's really pretty basic!
I don't mean to snark at anyone's motives for physical training, just that my own motives are so basic: I'm just trying to stay alive. I'm not trying to impress anyone, I just don't want to die! It's all about keeping the bar low...Really low.
So, as I change, I'm becoming more "poultry like", so what? (Bawwk!) It's not the 'Big C', so who cares? I'm alive
All the work I've done, the countless miles I've pedaled to noplace, the endless benchpressing; I do to promote neuroplasticity,, so hopefully I'll stand around again! I won't "be relevant" then either but it's not cancer so who cares?
OK, that bar is getting even lower...
A few months back I compared my post-tumorous self to an aging chicken or possibly a stringy-Madonna minus the desperation, I snarked. I was referring to my post-surgery, vertigo self. The self that never gives up or gets discouraged. Who am I trying to kid? I'm all kinds of desperate! I've got hot and cold running desperation up in here! The Grim Reaper stops by for cappucino every week, of course I'm a little desperate! Who wouldn't be? Well, I exaggerate (a little) but he does look through the windows and I wave him on.
This is my life I am fighting for. I don't give a tinker's damn how this struggle appears to anyone! Desperation should be my middle name! I bend pain and hunger to my will (or just ignore those feelings entirely) to stave off Death! It's really pretty basic!
I don't mean to snark at anyone's motives for physical training, just that my own motives are so basic: I'm just trying to stay alive. I'm not trying to impress anyone, I just don't want to die! It's all about keeping the bar low...Really low.
So, as I change, I'm becoming more "poultry like", so what? (Bawwk!) It's not the 'Big C', so who cares? I'm alive
All the work I've done, the countless miles I've pedaled to noplace, the endless benchpressing; I do to promote neuroplasticity,, so hopefully I'll stand around again! I won't "be relevant" then either but it's not cancer so who cares?
OK, that bar is getting even lower...
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