A memory from 3 years ago ... Following my training schedule, I was supposed to run 6 miles today. Around 2 miles in, as I was thinking about my canceversary, I had the bright idea that I should run a mile for every year I have survived since being given the sucky diagnosis of breast cancer 7 years ago today. Screw the weather; screw my healing knee; screw cancer! Then the wind picked up, coming from the side it was strong enough to force one ankle into another. Fine. Then pelting rain. Perfect. BRING IT ON! It only boosted my resolve. Not only resolve to finish 7 miles today, but resolve to remember that every run is a gift, every day of life is a gift, despite the metaphorical whipping wind and pelting rain. Seven years complete. Seven miles complete. And now? Now I’m sitting in front of a fire, watching Olympic events I really don’t care about, surrounded by cats, with ice on my knees. Gifts. Oh, and having a big piece of John’s birthday cake!