[Mountain biking before sunrise. 13 days. 7 miles.] September 1, 2015

There are two types of people in this world: those whose souls are moved by music and those who just don’t care. I believe this wholeheartedly. I also believe that a love of music can  be passed down. Nature or nurture – I don’t know – but a person can be held responsible. In my case, it was my dad – always with the radio on in the living room while he worked or read or did sit-ups before going on a run.

I always need to be the DJ because if I am listening to the wrong music I feel off. Thank goodness my grad school classmates let me control the CD player in the studio most of the time and my husband doesn’t usually care what is playing on the iPod in the kitchen.

I can control my moods with music and that’s exactly what I was doing every morning while I trained. I started feeling out of control as word of my cancer spread beyond those I told. Feeling like people were whispering behind my back made me feel like a victim of my situation again. No one meant any harm and I harbor no ill will, but it was what it was. I had to stay mentally strong and in control to move forward and I did it with music.

First up: Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde

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