Promise

I've got a lot to do.

I haven't run for too long. I've honestly been a little afraid to run. Knowing that my heart (physically) is not at risk of seizing up and quitting on me is good. Thinking that my lungs might primarily be a problem, leading to a secondary heart problem, is bad. I'd tried antihistamines which helped a little with the coughing and throat-clearing but left me feeling groggy later in the day.

Click one thing off my list of to-do's. I went to the doctor today and brought home a sack full of sample meds to treat asthma. No excuses for not running.

Oh - I walked two miles round trip to and from my appointment because I didn't want to pay ten bucks and park in the Tower. I have a paid spot near my office, so I used it. I'm not going to count those miles today. I'll get them in tomorrow or Friday. I promise.

I've got a lot to do.

October is a tough month. My mom died in October. I tend to hibernate in the fall. It's been a very long time since we buried her. It still hurts. She died of breast cancer. It's Breast Cancer Awareness Month, or so all the pink ribbons are shouting at me. I'm doing my best not to hibernate, in fact I got a mammogram today but I want to do other things that remind me of Mom this month, not think of breast cancer. Mom only lived to be 45 and here I am, 49. I've already outlived her. It may hurt, but honestly it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it used to, especially when I get enough exercise and sunshine. I know what I need to do. I'll do it. I promise.

I've got a lot to do.

On the drive home today I passed the Buffalo Speedway extension project. The City of Houston is working on a project to build the road on out to where??? I don't know. I thought about stopping to take a picture of the mud that is at least knee-deep. It's an endless stretch of nothing but muck and mire. It seems to have no destination, no real goal. I'm sure there is a beautiful set of plans in an office somewhere, paid for by our tax dollars. I'm sure someone knows what is going on. I don't. There are construction pylons and the surrounding road is a mess. The surrounding area is not scenic or pretty or even navigable. There isn't a detour, yet. There probably should be. I'm not even sure if the area is safe. I decided I won't go that way for awhile. I made the same decision about a relationship I'm in. It's probably not safe. I'm not going to go that way. When it's complete, when it's open and navigable, I'll look for the signs. Until then, I'll look for another way. I promise.

Oh, the picture of the rough, unfinished road? Nah, a sky full of promise is much more inviting.