Y’all know how I feel about exercise. I generally find it to be evil. But I will occasionally do something for a good cause, so I’ve agreed to participate in the 60 mile Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the [breast cancer] Cure this October. Yes, that’s right. 60 miles.
It all goes back to those super-fans I met at Jennifer Lancaster’s book signing. One of them invited me to walk with her team. Sure, she probably only asked because knew she I’d say no. But I guess I taught her a lesson, because I accepted. So now I will be walking with the Highbeams for 20 miles a day, and I’ll be sharing a 2-man tent with Lord-knows-who at night. (But I’m pretty sure this will be a bunch of do-gooders, so how bad can she be?)
I received my training schedule yesterday, and I’m supposed to walk 3 miles each day this week. I went out and bought a pedometer, but unfortunately it came in a childproof package and I wasn’t able to get the damn thing out until M got home. By that time it was too late to start walking, as I had already wasted all of my energy on impossible plastic and the cursing of it.
But I’m ready to go for tomorrow. M measured my walking stride and entered my goal in the pedometer. Three miles shouldn’t be a problem; I’m pretty sure I walk farther than that doing my daily shopping. (I should mention that I don’t consider walking exercise if I’m in a mall. If they’d put some shoes on sale at the end of the 60 miles, I could probably complete the walk in a day and a half.)
The good news is that I see new pink exercise gear in my future. Oh, also, I hope to raise $2300 in an effort to end breast cancer. If you want to contribute, let me know and I’ll send you my link. Let’s help our moms, aunts, sisters, daughters, nieces, and friends to get and stay healthy!
Cancer sucks. Boobies are awesome.
