Screw you Lance Armstrong :)

The worst place for a self-professed 'road biker' to get cancer is in the butt. No ifs ands or butts about it.

Recovery is a bitch. I cannot bike.

I'm assuming its cause of all of the radiation that I received but I'm beyond feeling sloth-like and I have been like that for quite some time.

I was biking 120 miles a week before I was diagnosed in July of 06.

Get diagnosed, life goes to shit and you get a free coupon to some nasty, toxic drugs and you spend months trying to get over the effects of those.

Or better yet, get almost 5000 cGys of radiation to your pelvis and see how stiff that is gonna make your legs.

While you're at it, let's huck in some premature, immediate menopause and make the whole 'cancer' experience really interesting.

"Um, how is my body going to deal with all this? What will I experience?" you ask holding your hands cause they are shaking so much. You are completely frightened of that "chemo" word. You've heard the stories that happened to a friend of a friend.

"Everyone is different", they say cause they are so scared of getting sued I think.

"Will I lose my hair?" I ask like it really matters if you have your hair when you are fighting for your life here...

I never lost my hair nor did I expect to. I decided that was NOT going to happen to me.

"You'll feel almost human 12 months after treatment has ended" they said.

Its been 6 weeks post treatment for me and not only am I out running and have a membership at a gym working out, I also do yoga and pilates.

I've just last week started biking again and although its against my doctor's advice, I've decided to do what feels right for me.

I am a bike-rider through and through. I might as well be dead if I cannot take my bike out of my bedroom and put a few miles on the girl and then put her back just as gently as I rode her that day.

I am a cardio FREAK as well as a carb FREAK. This is a perfect combination of person to be. :)

Picking a 'fitness' goal was a priority today at the first meeting EVER with my very own personal trainer.

Trina reviewed my history and once she picked her jaw up off of the ground, she took my measurements and bmi etc.

Body fat is 23% and my bmi is a normal 23 as well.

I'd like to try a triathelon next year although that sounds so absurd and flighty. There is a secret part of me that wants to do a bit more 'stuff' before I'm done here on this round of the game of life.

I'm as healthy as I have ever been and yet I still carry the cross of having 'had' cancer and that might be influencing me to buy 'alpine' squirrel bread and get in the best damn body shape that I've ever been.

Lance Armstrong had testicular cancer and maybe that was what motivated him to go back and do it again after he fumbled and almost fell to the ground with his cancer.

Maybe the thought of never doing something again really does make us get back up and not only do it again but do it even better.