I’m finally in training!

Uh, yeah, I know it’s July. And the walk is next month. 

But here’s the thing: for whatever reason, my foot healed very slowly from the surgery and I really didn’t want to end up having to do the surgery again or giving myself permanent nerve damage or something like that. So I waited. And waited and waited and waited…

And finally I said Forget it! I have to at least try this out to see what happens. Because although it’s possible to blow the walk because my foot hurts, I’m definitely not going to be able to do it if I don’t do some kind of prep work! So I started by walking 3 miles. No problem (and along the way I spotted lots of blackberry canes I would never have known were there otherwise. Free fruit for the Roadside Jam Company!)

Then I walked five miles. Again, no problem, so it seems that the foot is probably just going to be as achy as it is all the time, but not any worse from the walking.  However, I have yet to put it to the real test, so my next step is 8 miles, then a 15 mile training walk with Wild Women Originals, the team I’ve informally joined (mainly for the structured walks and discounts at sporting goods stores.)

So this week or weekend I hope to try the 8 miles–wish me luck!

In other news, Stacey continues to be ridiculously well. Her hair has grown past that awkward, Juan Epstein-y stage to where she can pin it back off her face. She is still in preventative treatment with Herceptin (the hormone decoy) and Zometa (the bone glue!) Right now the schedules are a bit scattered such that there’s rarely a week where she doesn’t have to go in for something, but c’est la vie. Literally.

Actually, TFDB is currently researching the idea of discontinuing the hormones, which is standard protocol when someone’s been on them for a few years.  But then again, there’s nothing standard about Stacey and as we all know, the existing statistics and literature on IBC are all but worthless in terms of predicting outcomes because the folks in those studies were given the treatments available then.  As opposed to Stacey. Also, the folks in those studies weren’t Stacey. As opposed to Stacey.  Who, uh… is. Or something.

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