Race Sherpa Returns

  It's pretty safe to say that this is not how I initially envisioned this. The journey nor the documentation of said journey. I didn't expect my mother to die, I didn't expect there to be lots of estate stuff to attend to, and I definitely didn't expect spend half of my days walking/limping around feeling like I was 80 years old. But here I am. There are some days where I still feel like I can still accomplish my goal. There are other days when I feel like I have no shot. So I toggle back and forth; slightly erring on the side of optimism. Because why not? What do you have to lose? I sure as hell know what you lose if you give up. Thirty years ago I ran across the concept of "bones are where they are in space because of where soft tissue pulls them." With our evolving understanding of pain, fascia, and other variables that play in to our lived experience, it seems possible that the situation with my hip is recoverable without surgery.  The path isn't quit...

  I remain amazed by how some people can accomplish so much, Between work, family stuff, working out, and taking care of general life issues, the time left to write, or to read, seems to dry up quickly.  In my head, I write in three blogs daily: this one, my general life one, and the family travel/nomadic life one. But the percentage of words that have been making it to the page rounds down to 0%. The only reason why it is a fraction above zero is because sometimes these words come out in a different way; like text messages to friends. Even now, I have other things of higher priority to do, but I decided to commit a few minutes to pop in to express one thing: Severe. Last month I had my ten year cancer post-op CT. The good news is that I am still cancer free, which is a very big deal. The also noted, however, almost as an aside...as if the radiologist was about to turn the image off but then decided to throw in one last comment...that there was "severe degeneration" in my rig...