After spending another week in the big house and taking a big step backward in my fitness I was feeling really angry, really depressed. It probably didn't help that I was kicking morphine and anti depressants at the same time. I was pissed off at everyone and everything last week. Especially myself. Then I heard a story about a guy that has terminal cancer. He lives somewhere in the middle of the Nevada desert off the grid, by himself. His prognosis is that he should have died two years ago. He is a medical and spiritual miracle. He is happy. He is ready to die. He is at peace and grateful for what he's got.
That used to be me. I lost it somewhere along the way. The anger and self pity took over. When I heard that guy speak I realized I have not been myself. I had forgotten to count my blessing instead of my problems and pains. Once I realized that it was an easy shift back to being me. I am the luckiest man in the world. I have the best family and community that a man could hope for. I have a second chance at life. I have a body that works. I am not in pain. What else is there?
What are you grateful for?
Goal: Leadville 100 not sure what year, anyone wanna do it with me?