It has been almost a year. We took that camping trip to Tennessee on July 10th. It was that Friday that we returned to Cullman as Granny Johnson sank lower and lower. It was that Saturday I found that tick attached behind my knee. It was the following Monday when I was hit with the flu like symptoms. August was quite a struggle. We took our boys to Panama City for a little beach vacation. I tried to continue my running but I was hit with an overwhelming fatigue which sometimes crushed my energy level to nothing. Earlier that year I was running half marathons like they were nothing. Now I could scarcely run 3 miles. It would be a very difficult process to do the training necessary for the MCM in October but it was done. After the marathon, I couldn't find a lot of motivation to keep up training. I gained weight. I could ride my bike but I didn't have the energy to push myself. My infectious disease doctor advised me that eventually I'd get over it. As of late, I think his
“Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it’s no worse than it is.” ~ Margaret Mitchell