For Sale


SB and Wilbur were testing out the wares at our yard sale.

Looks worse than it feels

I have vague memories of my feet peeling like this as my calluses were forming last year while I trained. It doesn’t hurt, it just looks kind of gross (but really, how often are people looking at the bottom of your feet? Probably a lot more often now that I’ve put this picture here. But you get my point!). Perhaps I should invest in a pumice stone. This was post walk, post lunch, post shower. I have lots of pictures from the walk as well, but you can find those over on the training blog that I’ll be updating shortly.

Painter


Today is a very big day around here! SB and I walked 6.25ish miles yesterday and 11.25ish miles today, along the Emerald Necklace. In honor of the first weekend that I’ve stuck with the suggested training schedule, I started updating my training blog for this year! Please head over there and read about today’s walk…and see some more photos (which are probably prettier than this one). This woman was at the Arnold Arboretum painting pictures of the magnolias across the path (of which there are pictures on my training blog). I’ll be updating there much more regularly, so keep your eyes on it. And of course if you want to donate, head to my fundraising page!

In other big news – I’ve caught up on a lot of posts here as well, so here they are:
4/17/09
4/18/09
4/19/09
4/20/09
4/24/09
4/25/09

I will try not to fall so far behind again.

Oops


My cell phone jumped out of my jacket pocket and into a toilet on my training walk yesterday. I ended up buying a cheapie Nokia on eBay because I didn’t like any of the phones Verizon had at the store. Until then…well, you guys can’t call me. And you should all email me your phone numbers, because those went down the toilet with my phone. Yup.

It’s a Beautiful Day


At the closing ceremony the walkers enter, then the crew, then the survivors. When the crew enters, we cheer and clap as loud as possible to thank them for the never ending support and always ready smiles and cheerful encouragement. When the survivors enter, we take off our right shoe and raise it as a tribute to them. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house.