Everything's Relative

Under normal circumstances I'd say that this was another lost weekend,* but under cancer circumstances I was actually pretty productive. I cleaned both the kitchen and the bathroom, did my laundry (which is getting increasingly easier as fewer and fewer of my clothes fit), finished the first part of a new art project, and began training for the Mercer Island 5K. 

Of course "training" in this context means a friend and I went for a 3.1 mile (i.e., 5K) walk and then stopped for brunch. At this pace I'll be ready to run my 5K on the second or third anniversary of the event. But there's still (misguided) hope. If I actually start on m Couch to 5K app, and skip most of the days of rest, I still have time to make it to the session where you run the entire 5K.

Or I can just opt to walk it. They say walking's good exercise. Everyone likes walking. Easier on the knees after all. Breathing's easier, too. 

Anyway, if only I could look past the need to plan for the upcoming New Zealand trip, nail down the details on the trip(s) that will follow it, put together the picture frames that have been sitting on my dining room table for months, order some curtains for my bedroom so I don't have to change with the lights off, and pay my month end bills, I'd feel like I had a productive weekend. 

It's hard to come to grips with the person you are and forget about the person you were. Course if you put it off too long you just wind up embarrassing yourself. 

* Not in the alcoholic sense, but in the sleeping and doing nothing sense.