… that it didn’t even occur to me, until I typed it, that that would be an excellent name for a porno.
… that I leaned over to adjust my shoe and the hood of my windbreaker dumped out a quart of water.
… that my socks turned blue from my heel support inserts.
… that my toes were all pruney.
… that we stopped after 9 miles because I was actually starting to get that chilled-to-the-bone feeling. Not to mention the blisters on the tips of my prunes, err, toes, and how we thought we’d put on dry socks and keep going, but our shoes were positively squishy.
So, yeah. It was pretty wet. But we had a great time despite having just met this morning (hi, Amanda!) and did a bunch of hills and decided that between the hills and the rain we get to count it as at least twice as far as it actually was. Shut up. That’s completely logical.
Woo, I walked 9 miles in the rain! Am totally ready to go walk 60 miles, now!
A few other walk-related things to tell you:
1) Haven’t made a donation, but want to? If you go to my secure donation page and follow the link to my team page, you will see that my tent-mate is still way under the minimum and is badly in need of funds. *hint,hint* I think you’re very pretty for wanting to donate, but don’t feel like it has to be to ME. I would love it if you would donate to HER. If she doesn’t raise the minimum, I have to share a pup tent with a stranger. SAVE ME and give her some money. Just shoot me an email letting me know that you did so, and I’ll be happy to tell you how beautiful and talented and generous you are.
2) There’s a medical form you have to submit before you can do your official registration. You can do it online. However, there’s a list of medical conditions to make note of, and if you admit to having any of them, you cannot complete your form online–you then have to print something out and get it signed by your doctor and mail it in. There are good reasons for this, I’m sure. Heck, there’s a high proportion of women in chemo and such who will be walking, and by all means, have them cleared by a doctor before they participate, yes. That’s just common sense. One of the conditions that will get your form flagged is asthma. Further down, there’s a list of medications to check off.
I stared at this form for a long time, and gave it some thought, and then decided not to check off asthma, but to list an albuterol rescue inhaler amongst my regular meds. I clicked submit, my form went blithely sailing off into cyberspace, and about an hour later I received an email telling me I’d been cleared by the staff doctors for final registration.
Now, I feel a little duplicitous. But if I had gone to my doctor? She would’ve said “You’ll be fine, just bring your inhaler.” Also I’m a little bit wondering if my form was checked over by an understanding doctor or just processed by monkeys.
3) A while ago I sent an email to Athleta singing the praises of their workout wear and asking them if they’d consider sponsoring me. They were kind enough to send me an outfit free of charge! Because they are nice! And pretty! I am now the proud owner of a pink zippity tank and black walkabout shorts. Wasn’t that enormously cool of them? You should go shop there, because their stuff is awesome and they were nice to me. Go!
Honestly, I’m a bit suspicious of the shorts because they leave little to the imagination (I have, to this point, been wearing nylon running shorts which do skim away from the body a bit), but I suspect I’ll be throwing modesty (or is it just assphobia?) to the wind and trying them out soon, because honestly the Athleta gear is the most comfortable stuff I own. That new top is so soft and comfy I want to use it for a pillowcase.
Thus concludes this installment of Mir Is Going On A Really Long Walk Soon And Feels The Need To Talk About It A Lot.
Tomorrow I will tell you about the REST of my day, which was even MORE exciting, because it involved both accosting an elderly woman at the bookstore AND being asked for fashion advice by a stranger in a fitting room! And also ICE CREAM!
My God, it was a good day today.