So 40 days later...

There is a reason I've never kept a journal. But never fear. Just because my blogging habits have gone to poo, does not mean my training has.
I've been quite dilgent since I last wrote. Just yesterday, my training reached an apex. A two hour (25 miles) bike ride, immediately followed by a 30 minute run. My muscles feel the way a piece of overcooked chicken looks. Even my stomach is paying a price. But in five weeks, I'll be in Florida.
I'm not the only one who's progressed. After five rounds of chemo, my grandma is in the midst of uberchemo....in the form of a stem cell transplant. Out in St. Louis, she's with her partner, Cec, as she recovers from the treatment.
Here's an example of how well my grandma is dealing with this cancer:
A few weeks ago, she had to have at least 2 million cells extracted from her for the transplant. The process was projected to take three days. Six dull hours in a chair every day, with her blood being filtered through a machine as it was flowing through her body. But typical to my grandma's determined demeanor, she cranked out 6 million cells on the first day. So the overachiever left early, and called everyone to brag about her accomplishment.
You go grandma!