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Saturday, September 7, 2013

going the distance

I began my Saturday morning at 10:00 by getting up and going into the camp to eat my breakfast. While drinking my hot cocoa and eating some fruit, my mother had made me hash, eggs, and a toasted English muffin. Once I had finished eating, I then shaved and brushed my teeth before starting in with my stretching at 10:30. After doing so, I then did my swallowing exercises given to me by the speech therapist at Central Mine Medical Center. At 11:35 my mother and I then drove to our friends Zips to park the car so that we could go for a walk. The summer prior to my stroke my mother would take me there to run to so that I could train to run my first 10k. The Beach To Becon. I will again some day too. At 11:45 we park the car at Zips and the began to walk. We did fifteen minutes out and fifteen minutes back. I had used my cane before the walk was over. My breathing started to give me a problem also, that is where the inhaler came in handy. We had returned to camp at 12:30. I had just enough energy to make it to my bunk house to sleep. And I did for until 4:00. I remember the days I could run an eight mile run and go the rest of the day having all the energy in the world. Not now, any little thing I do now takes what energy I have and zaps it right out of me, but my is endurance is building every day. I then made my way into camp to eat some crackers and cheese with a cut pear. After doing so I then had taken a shower before sitting down to blog.

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