Okay, so here I am, deciding that I must be crazy. I must be. There is no other explanation.
What am I doing? I’m crocheting a Santa beard in August. WHY am I working on a Santa beard in August? Because I’ve fallen in love with a race that I intend to do in December. The Santa Hustle at Cedar Point. December… Cedar Point (part of the course is along the beach on Lake Erie)… I have to be crazy. I should not be this excited about walking as fast as I can for four hours on what could be a lovely day or what could be a freaking cold day with a foot of snow (like last year). I have to be crazy.
And yet, here I am, working on my beard, getting ridiculously excited about the race.
On the beach
At Lake Erie
in December
Yes, I’ll post pictures when I get more of the outfit completed.
Yes, I swear I will post updates on the training
Yes, I’m hoping that, maybe since school will be out in Texas… MAYBE… Adam almost volunteered already this morning… and he just might yet…
Am I crazy (as I listen to IZ cds and rub on the Tiger Balm in August), probably… but I need to keep proving to myself that I can… that I’m not too lame (literally) to walk a half. Ever since I was diagnosed in 2009 (wow, I’m closing in on 5 years diagnosed… 7 or 8 with active RA) walking 13.1 miles has been my thing. And I guess it is going to keep being my thing.
I close my eyes and see Adam walking me in to almost the finish line in Austin… handing me my medal and hugging me the year he had the flu… I see all of them cheering me on across the finish line at Disney… I still don’t understand why I am my kids’ hero, but I really do have to do this. The compulsion is just there. And I have to answer the call.
A Figment Of Fitness 