The Challenges of Surviving
Well, folks here we are again. October. First person says "Pinktober" gets throat punched (that's for you, RK). It's been a while. A long while. I've been living, working, training, racing, all those normal (haha, "normal") things people do. And I guess everyone has their own stuff, their own version of "normal." It's almost a hypothetical concept. I have a lot of new friends since I last wrote on the subject. People who have known me for these past 24 years and those in my inner most circle know that breast cancer tried to take me out. I won that battle obviously, however it left some pretty significant collateral damage. Very few of my friends have been subjected to that shit show. October 23, 1998. My personal D-Day. D as is Devastation, Demolition, Desolation, Don't Die, and Dauntless Determination. October for me is like Taper. I am prone to bouts of anger, sadness, melancholy, survivor guilt, et al. In 24...