And sometimes, when I reach my second mile, I just smile. I smile because I know I am doing something that is going to make me feel so much better in the long run [pun intended]. I smile because I know my PFTs are gonna rock. I smile because I DID IT!
And then later when I cough and it isn’t tight and painful, I think back to that run and how good it made me feel.
I have my own cheering squad in my mind, pushing me and telling me I’m beating the odds not because I’m lucky, not because my genes are any different, not because I have some miracle drug, but because I wake up inspired every day, because I keep believing, because I don’t give up, because I work my butt off !!!