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Live Strong, Live Well

Over the course of this year, I've learned a lot about free programs designed specifically for cancer patients. I've taken part in a few, and dismissed others, depending on my mood. However, I'm so excited about the newest program I will begin next week. It's called Live Strong, Live Well, and it's sponsored by Lance Armstrong's LiveStrong foundation. This program is a free 12 week exercise program for cancer patients who have recently ended treatment. It's held at the YMCA, and consists of 2 personal trainers for the whole class, and unlimited access to all of the YMCA's facilities for the course of the program. We meet for 75 minutes twice a week. They usually cap the program at 15 participants, but the coordinator told me last week that my class is looking pretty small. I think this is the perfect way for me to ease back into working out. It's not like I was a Jillian Michaels before the diagnosis, but I did enjoy hitting the gym with my friend Emily occasionally (and by occasionally, I mean hardly ever...)

If nothing else, it gives me something to do twice a week while the girls are in school. And it's probably the only time in my life I'll have a personal trainer! Except I have a feeling a bunch of recent cancer patients trying to work out is going to resemble a Zumba class at an old folks home.

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