The Funny Thing about Getting Better

It's not like I've written a whole other blog about it.... oh, wait, I have.

Details: We lived in Montana, 40 miles South of the interstate. And I wrote about that. Then we moved home and I started training for a marathon. And I wrote about that. Then I didn't know WHAT was happening, and I wrote about that too.

The funny thing about being alive is, you never get anywhere. Or you're always there. It just depends on your philosophy. I had cancer. Now I don't. I ran 26.2 miles, but it wasn't all I was expecting it to be. I've been diagnosed with stuff and then un-diagnosed. I've probably had 10-15 'comebacks'. I've had so many 'comebacks' I'm getting tired of being enthusiastic.

Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years.

It's named Formula 409 because the first four-hundred-and-eight mixtures were disasters.

I never start anything new on New Years Day because I start new stuff all the time.

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