That means we are leaving all of the discouraging runs, race anxiety, and post-op recovery drama from May behind. A new month means a fresh start, and now that the 12 week milestone has come and gone, I can finally start moving forward with my training and shaking off my latest medical funk.
I kind of threw down the gauntlet against genetics at the end of my race recap. So I am pretty sure the stage has been set. And I have committed myself to a battle royal at this Fall's Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon.
Holy Cannoli People! I am really doing this (*insert nervous fits of laughter and deer caught in headlight eyes*). This is BIG. Like really BIG. Like 42 kilometers BIG. Like 26.2 miles BIG. Whoa!
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me!
(*Please note: that I think Katy Perry bootcamp themed video is apt given what I am about to undertake*)
You took my light you drained me down. That was then and this is now.So it is no secret if you have been following along that genetics have been kicking my ass for...about the last decade. And it should also be no secret that my battle has not exactly been all rainbows and lollipops. There has been lots of sadness, dark days, and tears. But "that was then and this is now". I run this body.
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me, No!This has been a long hard battle. I have the scars to prove it. And genetics may have taken away a lot of things - including my boobies. But it can never take away my FIGHT. It will never break my SPIRIT. That is the part of me that it can never ever take away from me. NO!
Throw your sticks and stones. Throw your bombs and your blows. But you're never gonna break my soul.Genetics has not been shy about dishing out the blows in the last 9 years. I have had a total of 5 surgeries and a laundry list of other miscellaneous medical misadventures. My body has been battered and bruised more times than I care to count. And it has been cut open and put back together on several occasions.
There have been breaks and reprieves from all the medical drama in the past, but in reality genetics has consumed the majority of my 20s. It easy to lose yourself in those bleak and seemingly hopeless moments. But as much as genetics has had it's turn ravaging my body, it can never break my soul.
Now look at me I'm SPARKLING. A firework, a dancing flame.You won't ever put me out again. I'm glowing, oh whoa oh.
This race is about channeling that inner spark. This race is a statement. Because the truth is, as much as my battle BRCA is over, my battle with genetics rages on.
With Long QT Syndrome there is no quick fix. This is something I will have to manage for the rest of my life. And while I will spare you the details - that task gets more difficult and more complex with each passing year. Genetics has an iron clad grip on my body, but not my spark. And when I cross that finish line in October I plan to SPARKLE!
So my genetic foe, I just thought you should know that...
In fact you can keep everything. Yeah. Yeah.
Except for me!
The gauntlet has been thrown. See you October 14th!
Love your Favourite Darwinian Fail,