Happy Father's Day.

It was a pretty good week. For the first time since before my surgery, I got back on my treadmill. It was a little emotional at first. I had spent so much time on that machine for over a year before the surgery. I had lost 65 pounds and was in the best shape of my life. I had so much self-confidence and felt so healthy and alive. As I got closer to March, I could do less and less on the treadmill. My 6 mile runs were down to 3 miles and even that was a struggle. I had started to tell myself that something was wrong, but I was scared. As I wrote on this blog months ago, my fear was a degenerative disease like ALS that would slowly take all of my physical capabilities away.

So I started very similar to how I started in October of 2007...very slowly. I walked 2 miles. I added some light running after a couple of days. By the end of the week, I was too tired to go on. I got back on tonight and again went 2 miles in about 27 minutes, but this time 8 of those minutes I ran. It feels good and I hope to continue to get back into shape. I feel like I need to get my body back into the best shape and health as possible so that I can fight whatever battles come my way in the future.

It was a great Father's day. On Friday, Dad and I went to the Mets game. It was my first time visiting the brand new Citi Field. I had told Sue months ago that I had hoped to go to the new park with Dad. It is a beautiful building and we had a great time and they actually won! On Sunday, we went to church and breakfast at the diner. I was thinking back the other day to Maggie and Thomas's birthday parties. Maggie's was before finding out about the tumor and Thomas's was after the surgery and I felt terrible for both events. I was not able to enjoy their celebration and it really bothered me. I'm thankful that Father's day was much better. We had a fun day and I felt great! Happy Father's Day to all. Never take for granted the time you have with your children. Make every moment count!