Why now?

Recently I’ve had a few relapses of the beast that is M.E, not my usual early night kinda fix ones but the kind that stop you in your tracks and scare the hell out of you. The kind that have made me reevaluate what I am doing and why.

With this in mind a friend asked, with my health in a delicate state at the moment why the hell I’ve signed up to a 1/2 marathon?

I should be resting and taking care of myself and I do but….

And this is the important bit, I enjoy keeping fit, I like my body when I do, it gives me confidence and the rush when I’ve completed a hard session (oo err missus) is fantastic. The ache the next day when you can feel exactly what part of the body you’ve worked on is the best feeling!

All these feelings reminds me I’m alive and let’s face it life is for living.

This illness does not define me, I do. As as long as I have breath in my body I shall stick to this mantra 🙂

As One

You pulled me onto your lap, I curled up snuggled close, your arms securing me to you…

I felt. I felt loved wanted cherished but most of all safe.
This illness couldn’t hurt me, break me, destroy the person I had become.

Our breathing deep and in unison.
A feeling of togetherness that has been lost over the years.
Through no fault of our own.
Work, children, friends, family all conspire for our attention.

For that all too brief moment, we were the only ones that mattered.
As one….