Dance a Little Jig

I now have days wherein I feel like I could do a little dance. I don't usually do it--I'm generally not in places where breaking into dance would be appropriate. It is, however, a sign of things. Deep in the midst of treatment, I wondered if my good days were as good as it was ever going to be--even beyond treatment. Being 2 months out from the last poisoning, I now can see that good days now are far much more than the good days 3-4 months ago. Don't get me wrong--life is life. But life these days is a far cry better than back then. I now feel a valid difference between the good days during treatment and good days in general.

I've started to get back into a work out routine. Walking/running on the treadmill is mostly what is on my docket, but hopefully the running will become more prominent. I have even made it out to pick-up Ultimate. It's the sort of thing that I need--the stuff that I love to do. I think my body in general is starting to remember what it was like before. Hopefully it will remember what it was like over a year ago--it has dawned on me that a year ago, that lymph node was already swollen, so Fred was already there. I have to dig deep then, to remember what it was like before September 2005...heck, probably even before that. I'm not sure that my head can really remember that far back, but hopefully my body can.

My thoughts are clearer, my days are more energetic, my motivation is more present. The simple things in life have a little more meaning. And some days those simple things make me want to dance a little jig.