After 33 years of life, I just now found out that May is Cystic Fibrosis month. I’ve spent more time thinking about CF over the last 30 days, than I have over the last 30 years. While May has come and gone, neither my CF nor my
need desire to exercise ends after 31 days.
I’m not a licensed personal trainer and not every thing I say; will work for everybody. But, what I say, works for me and can work for you!
Cystic Fibrosis, a life threatening disease, attacks the lungs, liver, and causes all other kinds of crap to it’s host. I refuse to say, I’m a CF “sufferer”. Does CF kick my ass on occassion? Of course, but it does not define who I am as a person. If anything, I’ve become a CF apologist. I don’t blame CF for anything. I’m in control and I do what I want (KCCO)!
When I turned 30 years old, I knew I needed to make changes to maintain a high quality of life (just like anyone else that turns 30 years old). Since then, I made life changes to include fitness and exercise. I want to stay healthy, look good in the mirror, and live to be 100. It’s to my parents, brothers, friends, son, wife and most importantly ME! I don’t say that to be selfish, but if I’m spending my time in the hospital, I can’t do anything for anyone. So instead, I run.
I out run cf, out muscle cf, and attack cf. While a cure would be fantastic, I’m not waiting around for it. I understand my strengths and my weaknesses. I, personally, will not cure CF. In the meantime I have a life to live, I have miles to run, places to see, and weights to lift. I’m a ninja, I attack.
I encourage everyone with CF, or not, to get out and attack. Start today, start tomorrow, start when you’re released from the hospital. The most important thing is to start exercising.