It is October 19th today....one month until D-day for the Breast Cancer walk! Four more weeks of training....four more weeks of fundraising...I'm hoping that this whole experience isn't anti-climactic from all of the build up for the past six months. It's hard to believe that we started training in April. Have I trained enough? Absolutely not! Will I survive? I'm pretty sure I will due to one thing only....I have an internal tracking device that focuses on only one thing during any walk. Once you release me from the car, I have only one goal....to get back to the car. I will walk until I find it....I'm not even sure if I'm truly conscious during the whole time....I'm more like a racehorse running back to the stable.
I also have another weird quirk when it comes to hills... I don't talk at all. I'm only thinking two things... a) breathe and b) take the next step. I can walk for miles upon miles on flat ground. Hills kick my butt...still. I sound like an asthmatic on the way up. I become a great listener...or at least have the appearance of a great listener. I'm not really listening. My mind is just reciting...breath...and take...the... next...step. Loree has accepted this about me and doesn't tell me anything on hills that she wants me to comment on. This is the sign of a true friend. She accepts me for who I am...a lousy conversationalist at a 45 degree angle. Thank God for good friends!
I'm excited to take on this journey with several good friends - Loree, Gloria, and Stacy are a great support system and a continual source of encouragement. This walk has brought us closer. Loree and I will be even closer still since we will be sharing a tent. Once again... she is a good friend. She already knows that I snore. Even if she hadn't shared a room with me before, remember that she was next to me at my last Yoga class. I haven't done a corpse pose since....
Life is good....I was a little down during my last post. I think I've recovered. I will most likely struggle with my weight my entire life. We all have our crosses to bear. I wear mine on my sleeve...or in my pants size, I guess. It could be worse. Dogs and children could hate me....(Loree, no comment here. That kid has grown up and you no longer have that dog!). I could be friendless...something I have never experienced. God has blessed me with an abundance of amazing people to spend time with. All in all, in spite of my ever present battle with weight, I have a great life. And heck....if I ever get down to size...what will I write about?
Love you all!