*Sung to the tune of War by Edwin Starr
As it turns out, it’s pretty good for PBs at the gym.
I’m not trying to make light of this in any way. But today I found out that one of the people I love most in the world is losing her battle to this bastard, Bastard, BASTARD disease. About an hour later I was due to go to the gym. I nearly didn’t, I didn’t really want to, but I forced myself and I channeled my anger on the bike, the weights, the treadmill and in the pool. I got a PB (or close to) on nearly all of them. Guess I was pretty angry.
If you want to read something by someone that really knows about cancer, then read this amazingly powerful blog called My Cancer Diary. You could also donate to the Macmillan nurses.
Okay, sorry to bring everyone down. Here’s my favourite ever YouTube video to cheer you up.
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UPDATE April ’13 – She lost the battle and that doesn’t do much good for your training.
UPDATE Sept ’14 – Now her son has died of cancer too – horrible, shitty disease.
1000kmstowindermere 
Sorry to read this. Well done on getting to the gym, despite the bad news.
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