Yesterday marked three months since surgery, three months cancer-free. Today I celebrated by swimming laps for the first time since my diagnosis, without a single bit of pain or stiffness, and picking up my packet for the Indy Mini-Marathon tomorrow. I plan to walk. I have no idea if I will be able to finish. I won’t be upset if I can’t. I’m still going to try, because I said I would.

Let’s fucking go.