I made it up the Y for the first time in 3 years. Between work, work, chemo, surgery, more chemo, more chemo, work. It’s been tough, not for lack of trying. I just haven’t had close to the stamina. It’s kind of difficult to care about being fit when thinking you’re probably going to die. But I needed to break this melancholy and push through. And I did it and it was tough and rewarding.