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zenfulliving 
I wrote this poem/story after my last set of visits with my cardiologist, sleep specialist, rheumatologist -- each doctos told me to lower my expectations and accept the fact that I'll never run a marathon, work again, or drive a vehicle. I intend one day to prove them all wrong. Until then, I'll keep training for that marathon!
Zenfulliving
TODAY I RAN A MARATONIt’s my day; I feel it in My Bones – My Mind – My SpiritReady – Set—GoThe sun shines down; my body greedily absorbs the healing warmth – the strength of the sun penetrating my bones The wind blows through my hair; I inhale its strength matching its beat every time my foot strikes the pavementNO fatigue to cut my run short – NO pain to stop me in my tracks –NO brain fog to make me lose my way – NO doubt in my thoughts—my abilities—my confidenceMy SPIRIT begins to soar--above the treetops—through the clouds—visiting the sun—waiting for the moon to rise--to sit awhile—to ponder how high I’ve risen above the fatigue—the pain—the fogginess of my mindAs the moon sets and the sun rises--my SPIRIT returns—elated, yet saddened—mourning is here againYesterday, I ran a marathon……if only in my mindZenfulliving
