Oh my God!
It's almost October and time. Time for the Susan G. Komen 3 day walk for the cure. That's 60 miles I'll be walking to help fight breast cancer. The closer I get to the date the more nervous I become. And, the more body aches and pains I encounter. Why is it that each time I say the words 60 miles or walk or Susan or even October I get a pain. Opps, there goes another one. This time its in my butt. Yesterday it was my knee, the day before that my hip and the day before that my right foot. What's up with that.
I know its all psychological but hey, I got to get it together. I'm catching the train to D.C. the day before because the walk starts at 0630 in the am on Friday. My hubby is driving up that Saturday to cheer me on and be at the finish line on Sunday. Isn't he sweet.
I'm not going to think about the comment he made that he could get some great photo shots for his photography home work. Nooo, he's coming up for me and only me. Yeah that's it.
And to make me more nervous, I'm camping out with all of the other Komen people. Camp Komen is what they call it. Camping, did I say camping. Yes, as in tent, outside, under the stars. Yikes. Don't you know my idea of camping is staying at a hotel that doesn't have cable. Do pink pup tents have floors?
It's going to be a great experience. I know this. I'm getting more and more excited each day. Ow, just got a sharp pain in the left foot.
Oh well, I will have lots of meds with me for the aches and pains. I'm packing my TENS unit for electrical stem just in case and did I say muscle relaxants.
I will be thinking about everyone I know. The friends who I'm walking for and especially the friends and family who are sleeping in their memory foam beds, reading books with electricity and watching television. I've got the better deal. Great stories, wonderful commeradarie, laughter and fighting for the cure. Who could ask for anything more?