Last Saturday Megan and I ran 18 miles. That’s what our training plan called for. It wasn’t pretty. We had to stop countless times so I could cough and get the thick, colorful focus out of my lungs. We had to take breaks and walk cause I couldn't catch my breath going up hills. We had to adapt our training run because I wasn't at my best. But nonetheless we continued and finished. Four days later I was at Beth Israel Medical Center waiting for a PICC line. The first step in what would be a week long stint as an in-patient and 1-2 more of home IVs. In the CF world, what we call a tune-up.