Thursday, August 9, 2012
I’m not what you’d call an exerciser. In school when it was time for P.E. I always had lady cramps. I don’t have a gym membership. I can’t swim and I don’t run unless the dog gets out. I have one pair of sweats. They're maternity sweats. My kid is six.
I’m not completely inactive. I do walk my kid to school everyday unless it’s raining or it’s too hot or we’re running late. I do pilates once a week-ish with my friend Kim who is an excellent trainer. In between the pilates we drink coffee and gossip about ourselves and it makes the pain less noticeable. That’s it. That’s my whole athletic deal. That is why it’s alarming to most people who know me, that I have signed on to do the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in Santa Barbara next month. The walk is 39.9 miles over two days.
I’ll wait here for you while that sinks in a little.
Me. Two days. About 40 miles.
Some years ago my friend Wayne Federman ran the New York Marathon. He didn’t train. At all. Wayne just laced up his Converse low tops and hit the road. He’s quirky like that. Last week my friend Karen asked if I might consider training a little bit for the walk or if I’m going to Federman it.
Here's my plan: I will purchase cute new walking shoes on the internet. I will also invest in a couple of bottles of sunscreen and a palette of Ibuprofin for the big weekend. What’s the worst that could happen? Fine. I'm totally Federman-ing it.
In the meantime, I could use some help reaching my donation goal. If you can’t afford to donate, maybe you can help by keeping a good thought for me that weekend. (9/22-23) Please send out positive vibes that will keep me out of the First Aid tent and keep photos of me wearing a visor off of the internet.
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