"Walking, Walking, Walking"

05/01/2002

Okay so finally I made my goal for the Avon 3-Day walk! Yay! It came right down to the wire but I'll be spending the next four days in the company of 5,000 women (or 10,000 breasts -- depending on how you look at it). I'm still a little scared about walking this far. Not the omigod-there's-a-guy-with-an-axe kind of scared but more a fear of the unknown. Of course if I'd been more vigilant about training I probably wouldn't have that fear but where would the excitement be in that? *g*

Okay, actually the fact that I won't be able to smoke for four days is what's really bugging me. I guess the smart thing to do would be use that as a jumping off point for actually quitting. I know this would make my dear Celly ecstatic beyond words. *g* But don't tell her, I want it to be a surprise. Shhhhh.

No, I'm not really worried about the actual walking. Even though my foot is still killing me. I found out that it's something called over-pronation. In this definition, it says that it's most commonly associated with flat feet (which I don't have) but in my case it was from walking. I just sort of over stretched it. I've gotten heel and arch supports for my shoes and that helps some. The mornings are the worse. I can barely put any weight on that foot (for those of you who left your programs at home it's the left one i.e. not the clot leg) when I first get up. Eventually it goes down to a dull ache and sometimes goes away all together.

See? I knew all this exercise couldn't really be good for you.

In other news, last weenkend I was in Richmond for my brother's wedding. Celly came up to be my date (we got to sit at the head table, baby!). The weekend itself went pretty smooothly. It was just the few days before that stressed me out.

My new suit was supposed to be ready on Thursday. Well, one sleeve of the jacket was an inch longer than the other, the pants legs were too short, the crotch was somewhere in the neighborhood of my knees and the waist was still 3 inches too big. Needless to say, I was pissed. I stressed that fact that I was going out of town for a wedding and had to have that suit by 6:00 PM on Friday.

I show up Friday at about 6:15 PM and try on the suit one more time. The jacket fits. The waist fits. The crotch doesn't make me look like I'm smuggling a load. HOWEVER when they took up the crotch they neglected Newton's Third Law of Physics. So yeah, I was prepared for the great flood.

The tailor came out and took some measurements and then disappeared into the back with my pants after assuring me that it would only take 10 minutes to fix them. After almost an hour, he finally reappeared and I tried on the pants again. They fit much better this time. They still seemed a little short to me, but it was better than doing a Erkle impression.

Enjoy the wedding pictures and if you can't come out and cheer along the route of the Breast Cancer walk at least think about me and my over-pronated feet this weekend. I reckon if they start hurting too bad I can grab a corner of the medical tent and offer free breast exams.

Did I say that?

::sigh:: Ain't he wonderful?!!! Got my fingers crossed that he can quit smoking and not kill anyone while doing it this weekend!! ::gd&r bab, then strolling off VERY happy:: Female Members of TeamWench: Ladies, please help keep one of your only MALE members [Does that sound dirty to anyone else? *eg*] from examining those 10,000 breasts too closely, huh? For me? ;^) (Window-shopping is fine, but no squeezing the merchandise!! *LOL*) Good luck to all on TEAMWENCH!!! Y'all ROCK!!!! ~ Celly McFae @ 3:16 p.m. EST on 05/01/2002