Its the beginning of a new year with my Hepatitis C , I'm entering my 43rd year of having this disease. Its been a hell of a ride pulling myself up time after time, pushing my spirit and body to move even when exhausted and swollen. I keep diligent so I'm not engulfed by lethargy. Its a roller coaster headed on a downhill fly so I get up, accept its weight, register its magnitude and begin to press my will and body against it prizing it lose so I can remain free to experience joy. There is only one route through madness that works for me, extreme endurance exercise. I seek a literal mountain to climb. This disengages the psychology of this disease that works to flatten not heal. I give myself a 25 mile cycling trek to achieve or I get my hoops out and whip them with so much force around, I quiet my own fears and open the trunk of my core and breathe until I burst into smiles. I get tired of fight, I'm defeated for short spells of time but if I can soar, I'm going to pull out every stop and go for broke win or lose, thats how I ride.
Now I have a new cottage right on the beach in a huge expanse of open woods, I've created a garden and when I am exhausted I can still stroll about it and dream my energy and spirt back into my hoops.
