Gabby started off maintenance with a BANG. like, as in, slap you upside the head with a brick BANG.
She had a lumbar puncture with chemo, plus some iv chemo, Thursday morning.
Then, last night, we started the pills (including The Steroid).
Good LORD the pills.
13 total. Can you imagine taking 13 pills?! She's usually pretty good about taking one or two. But 13 required some creativity.
Mix them in pudding? Can't, no dairy. Give them with her fave, orange soda? Nope, can't have citrus either. That's cute.
So, this 10k this weekend. I've been pretty unexcited about it. I was going to run "with" the H (and by with, I mean, we would both be there, and he'd have to hang out forever waiting for me to drag my ass across the finish), but he's been battling some Achilles funk. Then Rose said she was running, but now she's not. And I am just... Meh about it. I dunno.
But the weather is supposed to be perfect - low 60's, overcast. It's on the FLAT beach path. Packet pick up is at the running store (and I ALWAYS need and excuse to go there). So... I mean. I guess I will. I have to get my speed work in sometime anyway, right?
Goal A: 1:02. I think I can do this....
Goal B: Beat my Cypress time of 1:06:05. I've TOTALLY got that.
Goal C: Don't die. Pretty sure I can manage it.