Drew Wohl

I have been pretty good with all of this cancer stuff.  Pretty positive.  But this morning I was tired and knew I had to swim and run.  The first triathlon is not too far off, and it was time to step up training.  There was a time where I thought it was all too much.  That it is really a fool's errand thinking that I will be healthy enough to show up at the starting line, let alone finish.  So I did delay a bit.  Then stopped thinking like that and signed up for two more sprint triathlons. Even if I do go back on chemo, I will do my best to find a way to train and make those two triathlons - which would bring the total to three - by the beginning of June.  Someone in the pool today mentioned that I was looking like I was drowning.  And yes, to one side it is a bit more for me to warm up.  We were working a bit,  great tips.  But they mentioned they thought there is no way I would be ready for the first triathlon.  I told t...

“What are you in for?” That phrase kept on rolling around in my head.  I was scared I was periodically mouthing the phrase so people would clearly see what I was thinking.  Or, worse, actually saying it out loud. The room was crowded, but quiet.  There was just an occasional brief sound of a conversation.  Each person had the same look.  Neither race, gender nor religion made a difference.  I could see pretty much every type of person as I looked around.  We were all one and the same – in for the same thing and all waiting for the sentence. But I kept to myself.   I never did ask anyone  “What are you in for?”  I already knew the answer. Three years ago today.