Things don’t always go according to plan–but that doesn’t mean to not have a plan.

As I stated the other day, I was planning on doing some early morning bicycling. What I didn’t count on was having a cold that, while not horrible, certainly had me lying in bed at 4:45 am thinking there was no way I could get on the bike.

Bad went to worse when I not only wasn’t up to working out, but I was less than diligent on my diet and while my weight was stable, my arthritis started acting up (again–I had just had an attack recently, and a nasty one at that).

Still, while rest is important, there’s other things I can do. My foot isn’t absolutely killing me–it’s no worse than it was when I did the Ford Island Bridge Run not long ago. I’m going to get out and run on it tonight for a little while, even though it hurts, and I’m going to do a bike ride tomorrow morning.

Why?

Because the worst thing I can do is stop. As long as I can move, it pays for me to keep moving; if I don’t use an ability I’m more likely to lose it. So I’m headed out in a few minutes to see how far I can go; it won’t be real far but it’ll be something. And I’ll do the same tomorrow morning, and maybe the day after. In any case, I’m not giving up, and that, if nothing else, is the bottom line in my story.