(ex update, 3.5 tm miles, ytd 941.75 mi;  walk dog  2.8 miles, ytd walk 365.1 mi)

Update on Tommy Rivers Puzey from his wife

   Once again I had to share her words after yesterday's comments from his dad. These are equally  beautiful and meaningful. 


 This uplifting update yesterday from Steph Catudal Puzey, wife of the aforementioned Tommy Rivers Puzey, choked me up a bit. “There is life and there is death, but there is so much in between. So much hanging on the precipice when you’re unsure which is closer,” she writes. “But I believe that Rivs is closer to life. I saw it in his eyes as they searched for me, in his lips that moved and tried to make meaning, in the tear that rolled down his cheek when I told him Iris was about to lose her second tooth.”

To echo some more of Steph’s words from her post yesterday, “It was beautiful and it was tragic.” Life is precious and this fragile. Hold your loved ones close. Cherish every moment, no matter how trivial it may seem in the moment. Because at some point, the pendulum will cease to swing and all that’s left are memories of time spent.

                                     shared from The Morning Shakeout by Mario Fraioli

(ex update run 4 mi tm pm, ytd 938.25 mi; dog walk am 3.1 mi, ytd 362.3 mi)

Eyes up. Stout hearts.

Tommy Rivers Puzey is a well known ultra-runner currently fighting for his life. I wanted to share the beautiful words written by his father.

UPDATE on Tommy Rivers Puzey from his dad @kimpuzey via @thebrandonquinn

The thunderstorm of yesterday passed and the transfer was successful.

He’s in the best place with the best people in control of the best equipment and most advanced treatment modalities in the universe.

He’s in the hearts and minds and thoughts and prayers of all of you.

That’s a lot of good news on our side of the Yin/Yang of the perpetual dualities that keep us balanced and centered and grateful.

We meet fear with faith.

We meet terror with courage.

We meet the impossible with grit.

We move mountains with a shovel in our own bare hands.

We travel the miles on our feet.

We help others along the way.

We shine light in darkness.

When the darkness extinguishes the light we grope along the wall until our eyes adjust and we continue for as long as it takes.

We don’t quit, whine, whimper, fade, flinch, falter, or get weak in the knees.

We carry the load, cover the miles, and finish the job.

We were born to live and live we will.

The diagnosis is an extremely aggressive cancer called NK/T Cell Lymphoma.

That’s bad news.

The good news is that we have a reciprocal and proportional response.

At the perfect time we will balance the universe.

Life will prevail and we we taste the sweet fruits of victory.

Eyes up.

Stout hearts.

🖤

(ex update, jog tm 6.9 mi in honor of my birthday, ytd 934,25 mi; walk dog 2.5 mi, ytd 359.2 mi)

(ex update jog 1.1 mi pm, ytd 927.35;  walk dog 2.1 mi am, ytd 356.7 mi)

Sharing something light for today

(ex update, pm tm jog 5 mi, ytd 926.25 mi; am dog walk 2 mi, ytd 354.6 mi)