I went to the Plan 7 House of Watts this evening for my first of hopefully many classes this winter. Just shy of 14 miles, 156bpm avgHR. More stats I can’t recall. I left in pain, but it’s a good pain.
I got home to news that Chris “Pepe” Sherwin lost his battle with cancer. I’m still in pain, but now it’s a bad pain. Cancer took my friend. Fuck cancer.
Chris Sherwin was one of the nicest and funniest men that I have ever met in my life. I always felt welcome in his presence, and for someone which my various neuroses and anxieties, that’s saying a lot. I don’t think I have ever met anyone who had the same zest for life that Chris did, even in the midst of his battle, he still rode his mountain bike, he still kiteboarded … he never gave up. The world was a better place with Chris in it … and now he’s gone. My heart goes out to his wife Kathy. I cannot imagine how she is feeling, but I know it’s got to be a 1000 times worse than I do right now.
I’ll say it again: fuck cancer. Fuck cancer. Fuck Cancer! FUCK CANCER!
Resquisecat in pace, my friend. You were an inspiration, and I’m going to miss you. We are all going to miss you.