10k medal and three fractured toes
These two photos are linked in a very ironic if not plain surreal way actually. I ran 10k on Sunday the 10th July and the following Thursday went for a lunchtime jog and got hit by a London black cab in the middle of the square mile – I love you London.
As far as silver linings go, this time last year I was in the middle of chemo which felt like a never ending drag so the setback of four weeks on crutches seems doable now, I guess. Do some work from home, ice the foot, drink wine and binge on The Good Wife. Enjoy my whole two 10k medals so far…
And I should make sure I stick to my oncologist’s advice – cancer survivor testing her luck by running into traffic? Great way to get over the post cancer marasm? – Maybe. Altogether not too smart and possibly going against this whole running from cancer idea that I had concocted for my life ahead 😀