OMG, I really am going to Boston

On Patriot’s Day 1993, even though it was a state holiday and a day off from classes at Boston Conservatory, I had a tech rehearsal for our final sophomore project and was forced to sit in an auditorium ALL DAY waiting for my handful of scenes to be rehearsed. My sister Colleen was running the Boston Marathon, and even though the auditorium was merely blocks away from the final stretch of the marathon, my instructor would not allow me to take a 30 minute break to go out and watch for her to sprint across the finish line. I sat, and I waited, and I waited, and I remember clear as day, my sister walking in the door, ecstatic, because she had just finished the Boston Marathon in under 3 hrs, and just 20 minutes behind Joan Benoit. I had done literally nothing all day but sit and watch others rehearse they scenes, and I felt like a terrible sister.  I was so proud.  And I had no clue what it took to run a marathon, let alone at that pace.  I also had no desire to run that far myself.  Ever.

The following year she was back, and thankfully, I did not have a rehearsal that day.  I remember planting myself near the finish, watching the clock, waiting for her to come in at around 2:50-2:55.  I really didn’t understand wave starts, so I began to get worried when 3 hrs came and went on the clock, and she was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until around 3:15 or so that I finally saw her, looking strong, yet pained, and I became emotional.  Of course, her time was actually only just over 3 hrs, but again, I had no appreciation of how differently you can feel in any given marathon, no matter what your capabilities and how hard you trained. 10 minutes seemed like such a huge difference to me, but she seemed just fine with her finish time, and I was still proud.1902780_10153290265658532_329581931_n

It would be 10 years before I found the marathon bug.  I completed my first half in 2002 (which is still my favorite half marathon, the BAA Half), thought it wasn’t that bad, and decided in January 2003 that I could handle a full.  The day after my training began, I took a strange fall while snowboarding, and destroyed my ankle- couldn’t run for almost 2 months, and it remained wonky for quite some time after.  I ran another half that fall, and in January 2004, tried again.

During training, I really had no idea what to expect.  My half had been just under 2 hrs, so I had hoped to be able to run the full in around 4.  And I secretly hoped that something phenomenal would happen, and I would run the current BQ time for my age group, which was 3:40.  It was a pipe dream, and not something I ever should have thought about for my first marathon, but, I did.  I remember starting to fade around mile 21 at the Vermont City Marathon that year, and watching that 3:40 mark pass by me on the giant clock at around mile 22.  And realizing I wouldn’t even make my 4 hr goal.  But then I decided I just wanted to finish while still feeling good, and then I could drink beer and visit with my friends that night.  I finished in 4:23.  It seemed “slow” to me, but now I know that for most people, that’s a pretty damn good time for a first marathon.

After that, I decided I was done with marathoning, at least for the time.  I still dreamed of running Boston, and refused to do so unless I qualified, but it seemed so out of reach.  10 years went by, and I hardly even raced.  Most of my running was done without a watch, just for fun. But in the summer of 2013, everything changed.  That summer, I learned that the Angel City Pit Bulls, the animal rescue group with whom I volunteered had been selected as an official charity partner of the LA Marathon in 2014. It was time to start getting serious.1981956_10153295102363532_1401577780_n

In 2014, I hoped to break 4 hrs.  It was ridiculously hot, and I nearly through in the towel at mile 18.  But I pushed on, and finished in 4:35.  I was not happy. In 2015, again, shooting for 4 hrs, again, stupid hot, I finished in 4:14. In 2016, we finally had slightly better weather, and I finally broke through that 4 hr barrier…by 30 seconds. But hey, it was a sub 4! And then, I watched two of my running buddies qualify for Boston at Mountains 2 Beach later that year. Suddenly, I felt empowered. Maybe, just maybe, if I worked hard enough, I could make my Boston dream come true.


I trained through the summer of 2016, running one of the last marathons available (Ventura Marathon) for a 2017 BQ. [By the way, if you click on the link to go to the Ventura Marathon page and watch the scrolling photos at the top- that happy girl crossing the finish line? That’s me in 2017 doing the 1/2, decked out in my Skirt Sports gear.] I ran strong for almost 20 miles, and then  things started seizing up on me, and my stomach became unhappy too.  I rallied by mile 22, but due to cramping couldn’t quite pick the pace back up to full speed.  Though I had a PR, I did not have a BQ. I would have to miss the 2017 marathon.  But, there was 2018…


I tried again 5 months later at Surf City. My training had been on fire.  I was so ready, or so I thought.  What hadn’t been on fire was my nutrition.  I bonked before I even hit mile 16.  I felt it coming on by mile 10, and tried to eat and eat to get the energy back, but I was done.  I almost bailed at 16, but my friends were waiting at mile 20, and I couldn’t disappoint, so I rallied.  Thanks to a buddy who helped keep me going the last 6 miles, I finished under 4, but still did not have my BQ.

Next up was LA, but as it was only 6 weeks after Surf City, I knew it wasn’t wise to race.  I ran the most comfortable marathon I have ever run, and finished in roughly the same time as Surf City…go figure! So, what next?

On Patriots Day that year, I watched with one friend who had qualified but couldn’t go due to injury, and tracked our other friend as he made his way from Hopkinton to Boston. I was insanely envious.  I needed to race, and decided that a half marathon would make me feel better.  I logged into the Mountains 2 Beach website to sign up for the half…and they had just released another 200 entries to the full, which had previously been announced as full.  It was a sign, I went for it.  I had 6 weeks to get in marathon ready shape.

Mountains 2 Beach, much like Vermont City, is held the Sunday of memorial Day weekend. And so 14 years after my first marathon, I set out with a goal of 3:40.  But unlike that day 14 years I go, I knew 3:40 was within reach. I had changed my nutrition, thanks to eat2run.comFat-loaded and carb-loaded properly  I felt strong.  I did not bonk.  I had the usual negative thoughts around mile 21, but as I did the math in my head, I knew I could slow down and still make it.  So I rallied.  My friend tried to get me under 3:40, so that I would have over 5 minutes and wouldn’t have the dreadful wait til the final day of registration, but I couldn’t quite get there.  3:40:39. Thankfully, it ended up being good enough for Boston 2018!


Training began in earnest that fall, for both LA and Boston.  The plan: race hard at LA to BQ for 2019, and then have fun at Boston.  I was right on track.  That was, until December 21st, when I learned I had breast cancer.  It came out of left field.  No one in my family had it.  I had no lumps.  I had nothing on previous mammograms.  But, there it was.  My first questions to pretty much every member of my care team “so, will I be able to run Boston in April?” I asked so often it was in my chart “wants to run Boston marathon in April.”

If you’ve never been through a cancer diagnosis and subsequent scheduling of treatment (or had a close friend or family member go through this), you won’t understand how hard it is to get a straight answer to the question “how long will this take.” That’s because, there is no straight answer.  Every person is different.  Doctors don’t want to guess and then have a patient get upset and throw it back at them when complications arise and it takes longer.  I must have been the biggest pain in the ass.  I wanted to schedule a surgery date even though we didn’t know for sure whether it would be a lumpectomy or mastectomy.  I didn’t understand that if the latter, and I wanted reconstruction there would be 2 surgeons involved, so they couldn’t book anything until we knew for sure. When I asked for a timeline for recovery, they were masters at sidestepping the issue.  And while my surgeons always seemed to be optimistic, others I spoke with would tell me, “no way. absolutely no way will you be recovered by April 16.” But I stayed hopeful.

Finally, I was given a date.  February 1st. 10 weeks before Boston,  It would be a mastectomy, and since they felt they could spare my nipple, I would begin reconstruction right away (I had the option of waiting to reconstruct, which would have meant a faster recovery, but also meant losing my nipple. ) I still didn’t really have a good understanding of how the recon would work.

After my surgery, I woke up and was amazed at how great I felt.  I was not in pain, just stiff and sore, like I had just done a really heavy weight workout on my left side.  In a week, one of my two drains came out.  The doc said I could do the elliptical at the gym if I wanted, but I decided that was weird with a drain in.  Instead, I hiked.  A lot.  10 days after surgery I did a 7 mile hike.  Then  got frustrated because my one remaining drain was still outputting more than 30 ML/day, the number it needs to get below before they will remove.  I took two days off and did nothing.  The drain did not change.  Screw it.  I went back to walking/hiking.  FINALLY, on Feb 19th, the second drain came out.  My first question: “Can I run?” Sure, listen to your body. If it hurts, don’t run.  Otherwise, go ahead.  Just don’t lift your arms over your head.  “And when can I do that? When can I walk my dogs?” 4 weeks. Ok, cool.

I ran that night with my Pitfire family.


It did not “hurt” but was definitely not the most comfortable running I’ve ever done.  I could not swing my left arm without feeling like a plat in my chest was shifting back and forth. So, I ran without swinging my arm for those first few days.  And then, things began to relax.  I broke up scar tissue.  And I started adding miles. I did a 16 miler two weeks before the date of the LA Marathon- which was one month before Boston. I decided to run LA.

One week before LA, I woke up one morning feeling off.  It ended up being a stomach bug, which left me stuck on the couch for an entire day, and unable to eat normally for almost 5 days. Not the best when you are trying to carb up for a marathon.

Even the day of the LA Marathon, I was not 100% sure I could finish.  My husband told me he would be angry with me if I ended up in the hospital. But he would be happy with ANY other outcome. I took that to heart, and promised if anything went wrong, I would stop. The day before the marathon, my throat was dry.  I felt fatigued, and had a familiar ache in my shoulders and back.  It was what happened whenever I had a cold coming on. I pushed it down and denied that I was getting sick.  I took Emergen-C.  I took Mucinex.  I went to bed early. That morning I was no worse, so I just told myself I wasn’t sick. During the run, I constantly checked my arm throughout the marathon, to make sure there was no swelling (lymphedema).  I kept the pace conservative. And I kept going.  I felt good.  Mile 20 came.  My muscles were getting fussy by then.  I had no gaol other than finishing, so I stopped. I stretched like I would at the end of a training run.  This was, after all, a training run for Boston at this point. I started up again.  Started catching teammates who were running just the second half of the marathon (they had a later start). I walked and talked with them as I passed, enjoying some quick breaks in the process. I stretched again at mile 24.  And then I pushed through those last 2 miles. 4:07. It wasn’t sub 4, but it was damn good considering.

And then I had my beer with my wonderful friends.image1

And then two days later, the bronchitis hit. My poor, poor immune system.  I took a few days off, but jumped back on the horse by Friday, even though I felt like I had COPD.  It helped to clear out my lungs a bit.

Oh, and let’s not forget the part where my foob (that’s breast cancer speak for fake boob, by the way) turned red after the marathon.  And didn’t fade.  But didn’t hurt or itch or anything.  But after a week, I decided I should probably see someone.  Of course, once I made an appt, it started to fade.  But the doc decided to give me some antibiotics, just to be safe. So far so good, LOL.

And then, on Thursday night, just 2 1/2 weeks before Boston, as if I hadn’t been through enough, I had yet another bout with a stomach thing.  This time, however, though it was much more violent during the episode (I’ll spare you the gory details), once it was done, it was done.  And on Saturday, I ran 18 miles.  Enough to be a final long run before Boston.

29665616_10157308193583532_6055438194668636810_oSo, yeah, I’ve still gotta get through the next two weeks.  And I probably should do some serious knocking on wood right now. Maybe I should wrap myself in bubble wrap and not step outside my apartment for the next two weeks.  Find some sort of Harry Potter-esque portal to Boston to avoid the plane (although even those have their dangers). But universe, I think you’ve tested me enough.  And I have proved I can handle it all.  So, how about smooth sailing from here on out, OK?  Thanks much. I’m really looking forward to seeing this:



Let’s run a MARATHON! (maybe even two….)


On Monday, my second drain FINALLY came out.  Ok, it wasn’t really the eternity it seemed….it was all of 18 days.  According to my surgeon, pretty darn average (doesn’t he know I like to be better than average????).  When it was out, what was the first question I asked….anyone? Any guesses?  That’s right:


I think he is pretty tired of hearing variations on this questions (e.g., “Can I do the elliptical? Can I run a marathon with the expanders in?) because he looked at me blankly and said, “sure.” In fact, his answer was essentially, you can do whatever you want, just listen to your body to determine what’s comfortable, (hmmm…I don’t know if this guy has ever operated on a runner before) AS LONG AS YOU DON’T LIFT YOUR ARM OVER YOUR HEAD. I can run without putting my arm over my head. I think.

Next question- when can I walk my dogs. Answer: 4 weeks out.  After 4 weeks  I can lift my arm and start lifting light weights, and I can walk my dogs. More importantly, I can finally shave my armpit.  It’s getting nasty, I can tell. :/

Back to the running thing though. Lucky for me, I had a run club that night. I went in thinking I’d give it a try, and if need be, I’d walk.  Except…it was REALLY cold. So, I realized once I started I was committed, because I wasn’t dressed for walking.

I started my run.  Woah, this was weird.  Basically, I was aware of something inflexible right in the center of my chest. And it seemed to shift ever so slightly with each arm swing.  As did the support directly under my breast.  I also realized that the front zip bra I had bought specifically for wearing after my mastectomy (since I wouldn’t be able to pull anything over my head, or reach around to clasp something in back) was REALLY tight.  And felt even tighter over this foreign breast on my left side. But, it wasn’t painful.  Just weird, and mildly uncomfortable.  I stopped swinging my arm, and it felt a little more reasonable.  So I kept going.  I kept it slow- it was really hard for me to not chase down the fast crew, but I didn’t. And by about 2 miles in, I was able to start to swing my arm a bit. But by 3 miles I was glad to be done. And I wanted that bra OFF. While I sat socializing with my friends, I actually unzipped the bra under my clothes (it had a secondary clasp to keep it somewhat on.  Oh that felt so much better.

The next day- another little 3 miler.  Felt good.  Bra still uncomfortable though.

The next day, I wanted more distance, but was worried about doing too much bouncing and arm swinging, so I did a trail route that incorporated a lot of stairs that I would have to hike.  Hiking doesn’t cause the same discomfort.  But I forgot how hard (cardio wise) those stairs were.  Whew, it was a workout! But I managed 5.

Day 4 (I know, I know, probably time for a day off, but I had another run club, and miles to make up!)  I hiked in the morning (not running= time off). I ALSO, tried on an older looser sports bra that I could pull on over my hips. OMG, SOOOOOO much better.  I ran 3 miles that night in the same bra, YES this helped immensely.

Day 5….I took a day off.  🙂

Day 6- it’s the weekend, and long run day! But I had to lead a group walk. And again, it was so cold.  I arrived super early, and squeezed in nearly 7 miles in advance. Then led the walk- 2 miles.  Then  went back out for another 3.  I realized I hadn’t eaten in several hours, so felt a little tired.  Made a quick pit stop, topped off my water bottle, and realized my left fingertips were tingling ever so slightly.  Uh oh. Except- this hasp happened to me before from the cold. So maybe it’s nothing. I opened and closed my hand several times, and jogged back to my car.  Had some gu, and worked my hand a few more times.  It stopped tingling.  So, onward I went, but I was nervous about going too far.  I had hoped for 12 running miles, but decided maybe I should stop at 10.

Once home, my legs were achy.  Not my usual post long run achy.  Crampy achy.  Ugh.  Is this the Tamoxifen? Also, I felt sleepy.  Not, I just did a long run tired.  I want to take a nap tired.  I’ll be honest, I’ve been feeling that every afternoon this week. Ugh.  I hope it doesn’t last.

Day 7, Sunday.  Would have liked to have gotten more miles in, but had to be at a race site at 6 am.  Thought about arriving early and running before setup, but it was chilly, it was dark, and I didn’t know my way around.  So instead I stood on my feet for 4 hrs.  Ugh. And squeezed in 7 miles.  And then had a beer. YES, a beer. FINALLY. It felt so good, even if I could only handle one.

I ran 3 more times between Monday and Tuesday morning, and each time it felt more and more comfortable.  I could finally swing my arms.  And pick up my pace.  And then, the icing on the cake, I came across this story from RW 4 years ago…so similar to my story it’s uncanny.  And it gave me confidence that I can DO this.

But for the next few days, it’s break time, ’cause I just had my first expansion and I feel like I have a softball attached to my chest. 😯



Finding balance

How do you know if you are doing too much too soon?  I guess it’s a bit of trial and error.  My plastic surgeon told me I could go to the gym and hit the elliptical as long as I didn’t feel pain. I decided against that, as it will be a giant pain with one drain still in me, and I’m still not allowed to wear a sports bra.  But, Saturday morning, I joined my volunteer group for one of our twice monthly pit bull pack walks.  Easy pace, lots of stops, 3 or so miles.  The only thing that “hurt” was my sciatica- not related (and a post for another day perhaps).

(Blake, available through

Saturday evening, I joined some teammates for a low key night out.  I didn’t have any drinks- not ready yet and feels a bit irresponsible with a drain. But it was still a bit of a late night out for me.

On Sunday, I got up early to meet up with Team ACPB, who would be heading out for some of their longest runs for half and full marathon training.  Obviously I’m not running yet, so I went for a hike.  I was joined by a friend whose knee was bothering her, so she decided a 20 mile run might not be a good idea.  We took a long loop and hiked almost 7 miles.  Again, felt great, little bit of sciatica, but no issues otherwise.

Went to our post-run hangout, watched everyone else have a beer and drank coffee instead. Sigh….but I was glad to be back to a somewhat normal schedule.

However, once home, I noticed a lot of stiffness in my armpit.  My clothes felt tight. Oh no, is this lymphedema?  I kept touching and checking everything, changed my clothes to make sure everything was plenty loose. I didn’t have any swelling, it just felt constricted. I took a muscle relaxer and laid down with a pillow between my arm and chest to try to raise my lymph nodes a bit.  I felt mildy better, but then the dizziness came.  Not horribly dizzy, more just slightly light-headed and off.  Tamoxifen?  Wasn’t sure.   And then Monday morning, when I emptied my drain, my output had gone back up to around 40 mm. Yup, too much activity can cause this.  All in all, not the end of the world, but it could mean a few extra days before this drain comes out (and I can shower!) Ugh.

I took it easy Monday but met up with my Pitfire Run Club in the evening because I knew it would feel good to see my friends. I walked the 3 miles, and was happy to have a walking partner who was recovering from a little tendinitis. Tuesday morning- still 40ml. UGHGGGGH. Called surgeon and canceled appt- he told me not to bother coming in if the drain wasn’t ready. Then, I sat still ALL. DAY. LONG. Wednesday- 35 ml. Doing nothing didn’t make enough of a difference and I can’t sit on my ass all day. Plus, I committed to doing some work today- walking a couple of small dogs that ami can do one-handed. And Thursday an event at Road Runner.

So, while there won’t be any more 7 mile hikes until this drain is gone, there also won’t be any more days of absolute nothingness. Everything in moderation- I guess that’s how it is with life, even when recovering from surgery.

Fingers crossed for a Friday drain removal!


IMG_11428 days out.  I’m doing great.  Right on schedule according to my plastic surgeon.  One drain out, the other needs a few more days but probably out early next week.  One week later we start expanding the expanders.

Today was my first meeting with my oncologist.  First of all, what a bright and lovely woman.  People in the waiting room told me I would love her.  That was pretty encouraging, since you don’t see a lot of happy faces in an oncology waiting room (or at least, I didn’t expect to see them). She may have even out-smiled me.  🙂

I was already prepared for what she was going to tell me.  No radiation. No chemo.  She had heard all about my “case” during their tumor board (I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall for that, though I probably wouldn’t have understood much of what was being discussed).  I am hormone receptor positive, which, to anyone familiar with breast cancer, means a future of Tamoxifen.  Hormone receptor-positive breast cancers need estrogen and/or progesterone to grow. Tamoxifen attaches to the hormone receptor and tells estrogen “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” Taken for 10 years, Tamoxifen shows a significant reduction in the recurrence of breast cancer for women like me, who chose to keep their unaffected breast.

But it doesn’t come without some risks. Endometrial cancer. Blood clots. Joint pain and bone pain. Charley horses and muscle cramps. Fatigue. Weight Loss.  Basically sends you into early menopause. Hooray! And for athletic women, who hope to counteract the possibility of weight gain by keeping super active, the thought of charley horses  (which I already get), joint pain (hello, already have osteoarthritis) and fatigue is not something to look forward to. I seriously considered just bailing on this drug. But, I can’t.  It’s a selfish move.  If I don’t at least try, and I end up with invasive cancer in my early 50s, I just can’t put my friends and family through that. So, tomorrow, it begins.

I’m told the first month or two will likely be rough, in terms of mood swings and such, as my body adjusts to the new hormone levels.  Fun. But she also said if you can just power through, give it a chance, there is also a good chance I won’t react that badly in the long term. So, I put on my big girl panties, and I’m getting ready to swallow that pill first thing tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.

After my appointment, I stopped by Griffith Park and hiked up to the Observatory, drain and all, and allowed my head to clear.  It’s gonna be OK. I’ve got this thing, it doesn’t have me.




There is a large gap in this blog- from the day of the biopsy to the day of my surgery, which was nearly two months.  I started writing after my diagnosis, but then, between doctors appointments, job interviews, and trying to work as much as possible before becoming a pumpkin (and no longer earning any reasonable income) I couldn’t find the time to jot down my thoughts. I’m attempting to go back in time and express what was on my mind during those weeks.

Of course, one of my first thoughts was “Why?” More specifically (and selfishly) “Why me?” I’m pretty healthy. I eat well, most of the time. There were some years a while back that I didn’t exercise much, and perhaps indulged in too much cheese and sugar and not enough leafy greens.  Is this my punishment? Probably not.  Is it possible I’ve exercised TOO much, and this is a result if free radicals going bonkers in my body? Again, probably not. Did I use my hairdryer too much? Store my cell phone on the left side of my bra too much? Have too many beers post-run? Too much black coffee? Nope, nope, nope, nope. Did my decision to not have kids cause this? Well, it may have increased my risk, but it didn’t directly cause it. And having kids to avoid breast cancer probably isn’t the best reason to have kids…so let’s not even think about that.

Truth is, as one oncologist expressed to a family member, most people get cancer simply because they are born.  At some point in your life, your cells go haywire and start dividing abnormally.  You might be 100, or you might be 44 like me. Or in the worst scenarios, you might be a child.  The younger you are, the more dangerous it is. In some cases, it could have been prevented (unhealthy life choices or work environments). In some cases, it’s genetic. And in other cases, it just happens, seemingly without reason. But in all of these cases, what’s done is done, and all you can focus on is beating this damn thing. For me, it means cutting out the offending tissue, and starting over. I am lucky, because it’s a pretty straightforward treatment. Yeah, it’s getting in the way of my Boston marathon, which I worked so fucking hard to get to, but I have a normal life expectancy. So, I can stop bitching and move on with my life.  And I’m still going to Boston, dammit.

19366061_10156474273753532_2437039142056521423_nQualifying for Boston at the 2017 Mountains to Beach Marathon.




Hi everyone!

Angel City Pit Bull’s ( 2017 momentum rolled right into January, with 17 dogs rescued, 7 of whom are already adopted.  This puts us well on our way to our goal of 180 dogs for 2018.
Did you know?
-We are foster-based.  It means we can only pull as many dogs as we have fosters for.  Yet we still rescue more pit bull type dogs than any other rescue partnered with the LA City shelters (excluding Best Friends).
-It cost us an average of around $1600/dog rescued last year, mainly due to medical expenses. Now that LA has hit the 90% save rate for dogs, those that are available for rescue tend to be the ones that need a little more TLC- so the cost of rescuing is going up.  Our help is needed to be the intermediary to get these types of dogs healed and into homes, as the shelter simply cannot provide the medical care and proper environment for healing.  Your donations go a long way to helping us provide this care.
-Last year, we rescued kittens too!
This is so important to me, that I trained hard right up until February 1st, the day that I had a mastectomy due to stage 0 breast cancer.  I know I’ll be OK, and I still hope I can get out there for both the LA and Boston Marathons, but it’s up to my body now. I can still help dogs while I’m recovering, and so can you. Because even though my life has to go on hold temporarily, the shelters keep taking in dogs. Until it stops, I have to keep helping.
Donating is easy. All you have to do is click the link: Peggy Runs4Pits in LA and Boston! Follow me on IG for more updates on my recovery, training, and ACPB dogs: @duvenroo.
27336372_10159887409015321_8179344352364554822_nKirby, one of our new guys.
Thanks for your support!

I looked

Today was the first day I had a full, head-on look at the site of my mastectomy.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought.  it’s only partially inflated, and that’s pretty much all it looks like- a half inflated boob. Again, I was expecting this to be somewhat upsetting, and it wasn’t, at all.

Things seem to be progressing just fine- the drainage is tapering off.  I’m still pretty sore, and at times it feels worse than others, but it’s not unmanageable.  My butt is sore from sitting/laying more than I’m used to.  But, I did manage to tag along while Will walked the dogs last night. So yes, I’m up and moving about.

IMG_1120Can you even tell which side they operated on? This photo is deceptive.