It's nice feeling like you're in good health. I actually ran up the stairs today and didn't feel like I needed an oxygen mask and a power nap straight afterwards. It's funny because lacking any stamina and having to contend with aches and pains does become the norm after a while, so realising that actually, I'm not made of glass and I can walk up the road without buckling at the knees is fantastic.
That's not to say I'm ready to go on ant expeditions up Kilimanjaro or anything. I'm horrendously out of shape, owing to the fact that I've hardly moved over the last few months. My weight's fluctuated between underweight to doughy, currently sitting somewhere on the high end of the spectrum. And nil would aptly describe the level of motivation I have to do anything about it. Why? Well, it'd all be a bit pointless. Y'see, being involved in a regimen that has more cycles than a game of Monopoly, any efforts to regain a respectable level of fitness would only be for nothing once I get pumped full of drugs again. I do like being on this interim maintenance (or whatever it's called) but the reality of chemo induced madness is only just around the corner. I can't wait for it to finish.
I'm not sure where this whole post is going. Don't take normality for granted, perhaps? Learn from me, for I am wise. Yeah, cool story bro.
Also I feel like getting drunk. It's been a while. It'd be cheap as chips as well, seeing as I'm now a total lightweight. The other day I had two pints and I'm sure the room starting spinning.
Big love,
Ryan.
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