When a small step is a big step

Today I went for a walk, nothing strange or wonderful about that but after feeling a bit rotten for the last few days I was delighted to feel good and get some lovely fresh air.

Now anyone who has been through the whole cancer shitty thing will tell you that when you don’t feel well after recovering you Always wonder, is this the cancer back, or is it just a bug, or is this just the norm even 10 months after treatment finishes. Seemingly it is the norm to feel tired and crappie now and again but this was me really feeling ” rotten”. Zapped of energy, sick tummy and well I won’t even go into the vileness of the burping and let’s just say “gas” 🙈🤑 honestly it was like a Musical at one point 🤣

So my lovely mam gave me some tablets and today I felt soooo much better. My stomach didn’t look like a 40 years of drinking “beer belly” any more and I had a spring in my step getting out of bed.

Watched a bit of morning tv, just love “This Morning”, normally Philip and Holly host but as they are on a summer break ( poor things) its Eamon and Ruth. Love them too by the way. Now I love the fashion segment, they always have normal models, like for example “Ruth 29 teacher from Derby”, ” Sharon 42, beautician from London” and ” Joan 67, granny from Essex” .

So glamorous, all delighted to be on the telly, thrilled with the clothes they are modelling, different shapes and sizes.. Bar one. Now i might be wrong but they always seem Tall. Tall enough that even if they are packing the pounds they still look good in the jumpsuit, in the wrap around dress, in the flares. Now I am a short arse, all 5th4 of me and believe me any jumpsuit I have even held up on the hanger seemed to be long enough to clean the floor, please “This Morning”, throw on a few short arses with a few extra pounds and I’ll be only delighted 😜

So then back to the walk, yes no biggy bar the fact that I had a little trot- (run) for the first time, in public, on a main road… I was walking along, Hugh Jackman – Greatest Showman, accompanying me along the way and all of a sudden I felt I could run, I wanted to run, so run I did, not quite like Forest Gump, but running non the less. Cars passing by, there I was praying to jesus ( again), that no one that I knew would pass. Imagining people in their cars saying ” look at the cut of your one”. But it didn’t stop me, I kept going, sweatin to death, praying the boob would stay put, and remembering at one point a few years ago I could run ten miles, I would run rain, hail or snow and I loved it.

And then determination came along. My legs were wobbly, I was wrecked, I was struggling up a hill but I did it. I made it, my goal now to get back to running 10 miles.

It might take a while but while my achievement today is a small step to most it was a big ( huge) step for me.

So if you are driving along and pass someone and say ” Look at the cut of her”, just remember – this might be a huge step for that girl or guy and they need to be applauded and admired 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ and encouraged, you never know what story lies behind.