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At the time of my diagnosis, I had been running up to 5 miles a day and playing ultimate frisbee. But all of that stopped. It was, as I have shared in a previous blog, scary to be dropping to a 42 in the middle of a run and making a 911 call to your husband to bring you a coke. It was embarrassing to eat candy while working out at the gym. It was frustrating to realize to realize that I could just die while doing the one thing I loved and knew would help me live life longer. I let that sideline me.
Last May, I said, "Screw it!" I won't get well if I sit on the sidelines, so I jumped back in and began to play through the pain in my Achilles and the lurking fear manifested by my chronic illness. I have been great at working out this year. By the end of this school year I will log an average of 12 miles per week or 500 miles, maybe more since August. I am proud of overcoming obstacles to stay active in my life. In writing this post, I realized that I am consistent at facing the obstacles in my life and staying active has always been one way that I have worked to surmount them.