So sore...

My poor little lungs....ahhhhhh. I am such a baby. I miss being in shape...getting back to that state is just so painful. Ok...so it's not painful....but its not comfortable. I went for a short run yesterday toward the Iwo Jima monument...but then got too cold and too out of breath to make it all the way to the park area. (I know...lame.) But today I found a pool near my office where I swam for about half and hour. Bathing suits certainly tell you when you're not in shape.
But after my short swim, I talked with my grandma. She was quite chatty. I must say, I'm impressed with her resilence. The first round of chemo she had a few problems...mouth sores and a sodium deficiency. But she seems to have figured out her body's reactions and is more prepared for this second bout. Her partner Cec is feeding her well. And from what I hear, she's starting a collection of skull caps to keep her head warm in the cold Illinois weather.
I'm anxious to find a bike, though. I'm being told by the experts and old timers at the Team in Training program that I need to wait it out until I'm fitted and all that. So until then, i suppose a spinning class will suffice.
Until later...