17 years and 'running'

The day of my liver transplant is Apr 12, 1991. Yesterday when I was running outside, I realize that it had been 17 years since my liver transplant.

As I jogged around the neighborhood, I thought about how amazing life is.

Today after church, I went to a funeral viewing. The person who passed away was a mother who died from cancer. Just a few days before she departed, I received an email stating that she was in a much better shape.

I was saddened when I heard of the news that she passed away.

After the viewing, I was tired. But I decided to gear up for a ride. The weather hasn't warm up as early as I like. And when it comes to riding out in the cold, I am such a wuss.

There are kids riding in t-shirts. I am riding with a short sleeve and arm warmers under. A long sleeve on top. Wool socks with booties to cover the the bike shoes. A toque underneath my helmet. And a pair of gloves.

Still I feel cold. The last 30 min, I felt the weather dropped. On the way back home, I saw runners in their shorts. Like I said, I am such a wuss :)

It was good to be on the road again.

At life, there are many things that I get side track and think they are priority. Sometimes it takes a bike ride to brings me back to what's important.

Liver transplant for 17 years and still 'running'.

Note: No surprise party pic yet....I gotta get them from my friends before i post them on...