Ron, Jess, and Curt are running a 5K tomorrow. It is fun listening to them talk about the event. There are races every weekend. That is what I used to do. Connie and I would look at the race calender and plan our Saturday's around those races. We loved it! Even if we didn't, we did. My dream was to run a race preferably a marathon, with my children. Now they are all running and I am sitting on the sideline. I don't like my new spot as a spectator.
Last Thanksgiving, my dream came true. My whole family, including Ron and I, got up early, and ran a 5K! It was perfect! I was in heaven! Why do I love that so much? I felt good as well. I was still on pain pills, and the thought is that they were masking symptoms of this disease.
I've had a really tough week. I try to be strong and not let on too much how I'm really feeling. I'm scared, as I feel my body being ravaged. The methotrexate really kicked my butt! I am trying to figure what days would be best to be sick and plan the dosage accordingly. I think I will try Sunday night so I can be OK by mid week. I will make sure I don't run out of the prednisone again.
I hope and pray that the meds hurry and do what they are supposed to do. I hope and pray that this unwelcome intruder will hurry into a remission. I have a race to get ready for this Thanksgiving!