7 mi today.
never that fun in the dusky chill but after a couple miles you settle into it and just keep going. Went up to the Tabor reservoir and circled it again, getting a perfect view of the SW hills and OHSU, bathed in pink rising sun-light. This Saturday will be the 2 yr anniversary of my 1st surgery there. Back when we thought (hoped/prayed) that my tumor might be pituitary. Back when we hoped one surgery would be the end of the journey.
2 yrs seems at once an impossibly long and short unit of time. I remember details of then with both the crispness of a recent memory and the gauzy fog of long long ago, struggling to bring back details, much like emerging from drunkenness.
what can you do?