Wearing Our Shoes Out...and Wearing Out Our Shoes

Brain cancer is...

...joyful.

On February 13, 2016, I ran two miles instead of punching someone in the face (noted in this post).  Seventeen months and one day later, I needed to retire those shoes.  And Darrell needed new shoes too. 

How cool is that?  Darrell and I have done hundreds of miles together since that day.  And no faces have been punched. Not one.

Today we bought new shoes for the next few hundred miles. 
What should have been a simple commemorative photo shoot (above), turned into this:

And this

And best of all, this:

This is [another] great day to be alive and to be sitting on a couch in the front yard with friends.

We're glad you're alive too, Friends.  Happy Friday!