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It Keeps you Runnin'



If you haven’t seen Forrest Gump, stop reading this immediately and go watch it. I’ll wait. It is a modern cinema masterpiece, and is on many people’s lists of favorite movies, including mine, although I haven’t watched it much in recent years.

It addresses many things throughout history and how it is observed by a very entertaining character. Because of this, it speaks to people for different reasons. There is one scene that always speaks to me in regards to CF in particular. It totally hit me like a ton of bricks on probably my first few viewings in the 90s.

What is interesting is when I was describing this blog idea w/ Travis, who knows me better than anyone, couldn’t even guess which scene I was going to write about. I think that really shows the difference in perspectives in CF patients’ vs others.

The part I’m speaking of is a parallel for how I view life in general with battling CF every day. It’s when Forrest gets up from his porch, and starts running. To quote the movie:

                “That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going.”

Every time I start feeling down, I think of this scene and get a little boost. Every bad appointment, dip in PFTs, or birthday.

I even think of it in terms of life accomplishments, whether it is health, education, and now in my career. It keeps you running, to quote the Doobie Brothers.  

And I can’t help but point out that running is the single best exercise that helps my lung function.

That’s all I have to say about that.

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