I’m still training…Before I leave to visit my dad, I’ll walk for 3 miles. This week was tough, with training. California is on fire, and the area is extremely smoky. There are days you can taste the smoke it’s so thick. Walking out doors was unadvisable.  I didn’t get to the gym because I had my grandkids and my daughter was visiting. So it was a struggle to exercise. Next week I have nothing planned, no visitors, so it has to be the week I really get into this. Yes, I have until October, but I want to be in the best shape I can for this. And my partners are relying on me.

I’m training for a marathon. Yes a marathon! Not to run it, but walk it. I’m with a team of friends who I use to work with. So I’ve got to get my butt in gear and train to be able to walk 13 miles. Yes, I said 13….A half marathon I’m told.

I’ve never done this before, so this is a really new experience for me. So far, I can walk 4 miles, before my feet and legs start to hurt. So I’m on the right track. The marathon is in the fall.

I’m doing this for two reasons, 1. To lose weight. I’m still battling that. 2. For three friends who died of cancer, and for two more who have been diagnosed with it.

When I went through my police academy many moons ago, I graduated with 8 other females. We’ve remained close since those days so long ago, when we encouraged each other to get over the fence in record time as our Training Officer called us failures. Since then three of us have died of female related cancers. The fourth has been going through treatment for the past few months. The fifth has been diagnosed just recently with breast cancer.

There is only 3 of us left who are healthy enough to do this. So for them, I’m getting up early and walking. I’m riding my bike at night, when it cools down for endurance. Next week I’ll hit the weights.

I’m not afraid of failing. I’m afraid of cancer.

Wow, last night I was watching television and add came on about a radio station I use to listen too when I was a teenager, (which was many moons ago) and it’s playing classic music again! It was like being dragged by a rope right back in time. When I was a teenager, with my tiny transistor radio, my friends and I would move our radios around to get the station coming out of San Francisco. We lived in the mountains so if the wind blew the wrong way we couldn’t catch the signal.

Both my husband and I looked at each other as the memories swirled around. He grew up in the bay area, and listened to the station. I think we both had that ‘wow’ moment.

I don’t know why this is important why anyone would care, but it was a thrill for both of us realize we found a great oldies station with an old call sign from the sixties. It was fun.

First things this morning I went on line and found the stations website. Oh, the beauty of modern life and the internet, which meant I could listen to it as I wrote this. And I haven’t been disappointed. The station is actually doing a Top 40 count down. I’m really in pig heaven now. Oh, the simplest things that can please the soul.