Archive for June, 2013


It’s My “Runniversary”!

Since last year, I estimate I have run about 650 miles.

It all started last June with the Rosanne’s Rush for Research 5K which raises funds for triple negative breast cancer that are donated to Dana Farber Cancer Hospital in Boston. It was my first time back to running after being sidelined with severe lyme symptoms for several years. I was proud to run. And proud to run with my son. Proud to clear the damn hurdle of lyme for once. And proud to raise funds in Rosanne’s memory.

This past weekend, on June 23rd, my son and I ran in Rosanne’s Rush for Research for our second year in a row, marking my Runniversary! Since last year, we discovered he also has lyme. My boy whisperer. And since last year, we have been putting one foot in front of the other. Taking one step at a time. Literally and figuratively. And you know what? We beat our time from last year by 13 minutes. 13 MINUTES. That’s determination and progress for both of us!

Every week. Religiously. I’d run. In the winter, running weekends in the brisk cold with thermals on. In the summer, hitting the pavement at 5:30 a.m. on bright beautiful mornings. With those sore, tired and lymie muscles, each and every time felt like it was the first. No matter how much I “trained”, it didn’t get easier. For a lymie, running even 3 miles is as much of an accomplishment as running a marathon. And I’m tough on myself. Competitive. Defiant. So I pushed. And 3 miles soon became 5. 5 became 8. And last week I reached my personal best. 10 miles!

650 miles later, I crossed that finish line on Sunday. I also crossed another finish line last week. When my lyme doctor told me she needn’t see me as a lyme patient anymore. I had progressed substantially, we had done what we could do. She was setting me free. I feel strong. And look strong. Dear God and Dear Asics, please let me stay strong.

There’s no stopping me now. I love what my runs do for my phsyique and my psyche. I love losing myself in my music and my thoughts. I love the high and the victory I feel after. I love feeling strong. Happy Runniversary to me. The modern milestone gift for a 1st anniversary is a clock. Perfect. I would use that clock to time my runs this year. For a 2nd anniversary, the modern gift is china. Excellent. I will put it in the display case with my retired sneakers. And I will work towards that diamond (10th) and pearl (12th) Runniversary!

HOORAY and YAY!

HOORAY and YAY!

Bringing it!

Bringing it!

Grinning and Bearing It

Grinning and Bearing It

Pre Race Reflection
Boy Whisperer and I

Boy Whisperer and I

All Smiles!

All Smiles!

The Dream Team?!

The Dream Team?!

Sneaker huddle!

Sneaker huddle!

I’M A GRAD!!!

I’ve done it! I’ve graduated! From I-Want-My-Life-Back High!!

Just four years ago I was a “freshman”. Entering Dr. Julia’s office for the first time. Tearful. Petrified. Desperate. My health was failing me, an “F”. And I wanted my life back. She took my hand. Walking with me through the cold, lonely, dark halls of lyme. With me all the while, as I learned one painful lesson after another. Protecting me from the bullies–the other doctors–that taunted me, saying it was all in my head. It was during this time that she set the foundation for my “education”. It was easy, really. All I had to do was trust her. And I did.

My “sophomore” year was a trying one. Antibiotic cocktails. Tinctures. Herbs. Vitamins. And more antibiotic cocktails. Aggressive treatments, minimal results. Headaches, twitching, buzzing, numbness, fatigue, confusion, bladder inflammation, back pain. All persisted. Initially. But I was a “studious” student, so I pushed forward. Patiently, methodically and diligently. Taking and doing everything asked of me by my trusted teacher, Dr. Julia.

In my “Junior” year, as any typical junior might do, I played hooky. Got fed up. Stopped taking the antibiotics. Stopped taking everything. Rebelled in a sense. Only to come back begging forgiveness months later. Borrelia was acting up, and we needed to put her into detention, or better yet suspension. I couldn’t do it alone. I needed Dr. Julia for that. Borrelia was as fun as a bad prom date and I’d had enough. Back on the antbiotics for a while more.

“Senior” year was my fourth year in this journey, and such a milestone. After taking antibiotics and natural remedies my “sophomore” and “junior” years, I’d reached a B+ or A-. My new assignment was to take homeopathics and to maintain with whatever I felt I needed: vitamins, probiotics, etc. My progress had been significant and was now stable. Sure, I still buzz and twitch and tingle. And struggle with confusion and memory. And have isolated attacks here and there. But I’m not the awkward, puny “freshman” I was when I first walked into her practice. And I’m ready to join the rest of the world again. And a bit to my surprise today, Dr. Julia agreed. And said very proudly she was pleased with my achievements and success, and that it was time for me to move on. That she does not need to see me as a patient anymore. I had done it. I had graduated from the hard knocks of I-Want-My-Life-Back High.

And so here I am. With mixed emotions. The new grad of I-Want-My-Life-Back High, moving on to
Oh-The-Places-You’ll-Go University. Like any grad, with excitement and fear. About what life will be like in this next chapter. Where I will need to major in the art of diet, exercise, supplements, and rest to keep my health up. I will miss my “classes” or appointments with Dr. Julia, but we plan to reunite annually to trade dark chocolate bars and retest CD57 levels. And I have all my lyme friends I’ve met along the way. They will still be with me on this new part of my journey. I did it, darn it. I did it! I got my life back even if the lyme or lyme symptoms are not gone. It’s about time. And I’m going places.