cancer? Well, this sucks.

WOD: 3 miles
            3 rounds for time
            5 HSPU
            7 Mason Twists (20#)
            15 Box Jumps

I wish I was a better writer.  I wish I was able to articulate every emotion, feeling and thought that has crossed my mind in the last 12 hours. More importantly, I wish I could describe to you the type of woman that I think my mom is and the amount of love that I feel for her. I will try my best, but it won't compare on paper.

At 1:39pm, I received the dreadful text. "I have cancer." I knew this was a possibility so I was a tad bit prepared for the worst. But, I was more than a tad bit hopeful that it was nothing and life would resume back to normal after my mom's doctor appointment that day.

But it didn't and it won't.

My chest grew tighter, the tears were flowing and the hate was beginning to creep in. I know it is okay to express the emotions but passing out from lack of oxygen, crying a river or punching something wasn't going to make this outcome any different. I laced up my shoes and I went for a run.

Running, crying, yelling, running, stomping, I did it all. Why? Because I could.

When someone comments on my determination, commitment or hard work, it's a compliment. It's a compliment because I have learned that from my mom. My mom is the strongest person I know. She will be  a fighter. She will be a trooper and she will do it with all of the grace and dignity she has. Of course, all of this will happen as soon as she finishes running her marathons on January 12! Because she's cool like that.

Love you, Mommy. <3