Thankful

Wow!
For some reason I decided I would count my blessings and put down who and what I'm thankful for.
I'm into it well over 100 people and I'm sure there will be at least 100 more plus so many people who I don't even know.
How do I begin to say THANK YOU for your love, concern, friendship, encouragement, support, faith…
It's been a long, tough year and so many people have touched my life.
You've talked to me, sent emails, texts, Facebook posts, walked with me, ran with me, rode with me, sat with me, prayed with me or for me… and given me the hope and courage to continue on.
I didn't say it was a bad year. I really can't think of anything bad that has happened. When I look back It's all good. My life has changed and all of it for the better. I would do it all over if I had to knowing that I had so much support.
My motto for next year is "Conquer 2015"
So, please; Conquer 2015 with me.

Less than 0.1

What a relief. 

I just had my 3-month post-op appointment. 

The anxiety has been building over the last few weeks.

“What if...?”

“What will I do...?”

I couldn’t keep the worry, doubt, and fear from creeping in.

My PSA?

Less than 0.1; virtually undetectable.

I couldn’t ask for better results.

Another nail in the coffin of Cancer.

I was able to get my mind off my PSA results on my long runs on Saturday and Tuesday.

I had an epic run with Jon and Jess on Veteran’s day.

We went up to Donner Summit and ran on the Pacific Crest Trail up above Castle Summit.  The views were great, weather was perfect, and the company was awesome.

This was definitely a run to be repeated.

3 Months Post Surgery

Ok... I missed blogging last week.

It was a tough week.

I just lacked motivation.

Morning runs were tough.

Seemed like I didn’t have enough time for everything.

I did make it out for an 11 mile run around Lake Natoma on Saturday, but it was one of those runs that I never got into. 

Figured I’d get into it after a mile or two, two or three miles, maybe four or five miles, ok... eight or nine miles?

Ten miles in I just wanted to get back to the car. 

Just one of those days.

I even went home and took a nap...

But, it makes the good days seem all that much better.

This weekend, a completely different story!

Made it out to the lake again, this time with four from our running group. 

I felt great and pushed myself quickly up the hills.

After 10 miles I still had a lot in the tank so I picked up the pace the last mile.

Sunday, I did the Apple Hill 8.5 mile race with Jon & Jess. (My wife Andrea even came and walked the 3.5 mile course.)

Great running weather, about 40 degrees at the start. 

After the race we hung out in Apple Hill for a while.

Great Day!

Now for the deep stuff.

I’m getting anxious about my 3 month PSA test coming up.

I’ve read too many posts from guys who go through surgery and still show some PSA in their blood, then have to do radiation or hormone therapy.

I really don’t want to do either of those.

I try not to think about it, and I know by being anxious I’m not going to change anything.

But damn it, it’s still there.

Well, screw cancer.

I’m still fighting and I’m not letting down.

I’m eating clean, juicing, running, and trying to reduce stress.

I’m doing whatever I can to keep it from coming back.

I feel good right now and nothing can take that away.

I had a great day with my wife and friends, and nothing can take that away.

I had a wonderful weekend and kicked butt on the running trails... can’t take that away either.

Shit, I have a pretty wonderful life... can’t take that away.

Looks like I kicked cancers ass and I’m still kicking it even though its down and out.