Most of today was shitty. I felt terrible. Let’s just say severe gastrointestinal distress, and leave it at that.
Mocha wouldn’t have any of it - she still needed a walk. It took me an hour to get ready, with her following me everywhere.
We went for a 2.5 mile walk.
That might not sound like much, but as you can see I sweat it out. I still feel gross. Yet, I also feel pride for doing something that I felt impossible.
I can do this.











