I found this great post from FurtherFitness.com while looking for diet and fitness info on the web.
In May of 1999, I was diagnosed with cancer, and it pissed me off.
In January of that year, I started training for a half-marathon. With all the quality miles that I had tracked, I knew that I would see my best time. Sure, the actual winners of the race would laugh at my middle-of-the-pack record, but for me, those magical numbers would sing.
Instead, four days before the race, I sat in a doctor’s office, heard him pronounce that nasty word “malignancy,” and then found myself on an operating table.
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