Boot Camp

Nala, my puppy any I ran a mile yesterday before walking. It felt good. It was such good practice on mental focus. It was good for puppy because she hates being cooped up because of the rain. The mean little internal voice kept saying, "You can't do this. Stop now, you're breathing too hard. Oh no, you are getting a cramp....."  Once I learned to ignore that foolishness, the run was not bad. Most importantly, I felt good afterward. Puppy and my shoes were muddy after the walk. Puppy hated the bath.

Boot camp was fun. I'll be sore tomorrow, but at least I'll be able to stand in church. Although I hate it when Sally showed up, I'll thank her when I'm 70 and I'm able to stand up on my own power. 

Mama visited Friday and we went to see Kinky Boots. She left this morning before Boot Camp. I worry about her. She seems so frail and she has lost weight and muscle mass. She has fallen a couple of times, not because of mental decline, but because she loses balance with loss of strength. She was never a physically active person.  Sometimes it sucks being a physician. I know that if she breaks her hip after her 70's, she has a greater chance of dying within the next three years, than she does from her breast cancer. I wish Sally was around when she was my age.

Regardless, I'm grateful everyday for faith, family, health, and safety.