I can't believe it, but it's been a year since my friend Jack died. It's funny that today is his anniversary because as I was making my juice yesterday he popped into my head. Was he someone trying to prepare me for today? I don't know. I also don't know why he death affected me so much, and continues to do so. Not in the same way as before, but it still hurts, and it's strange because I really didn't know him that well. It may have been because of our link of the TCT, or because he was so young compared to the other people who I have known and died in the past few years. Since my diagnosis I have know more people to die than in the rest of my life - or maybe it just seems that way. Maybe the diagnosis has made me more aware of life and how precious it is, and that not all of us are here for the same amount of time.
Today my true Marathon training began and I managed to run just under 4 miles in 34 minutes, and with the running comes thinking. Thinking about keeping running, the next song, the next hill, university, money worries and of course the reason I am running. Cancer. Those I have met, the things I have done and the hope that I can help. So before I head off to my Healing Journey (aka cancer course) meet tonight, I am going to put a few of the photographs from my travels of beauty and dedicate them to Jack. And the hope that everything will make sense one day.
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