Walkathon

Our walkathon happened.  That was this morning.  My brain is celebrating now... now that the walk is over.  My legs are still unable to celebrate.  Maybe tomorrow, they told me.  But I'm not holding my breath. 

My blisters are thanking me for only doing that once a year.

Photos anyone?

This is us.  Well, part of us, anyway.  That's Rick in the wheelchair and me behind him.  How nice of him to tell us that he would like to accompany us on the walk and would we please push him?  Thanks, Rick.  Those hills won't be a problem for us at all!

Oh, also in the photo are my boss Melissa and her fiance, Chris.  Rick's sister came along as the chief wheelchair pusher.  But she's invisible here.

That cute behind belongs to me.  Yes, I am fully aware that it is not all that cute.  Quiet.

So much for the chief wheelchair pusher.  She's off taking pictures again.

Interesting how I'm still doing the pushing.  Chief W.P. was STILL taking pictures.

It was a pretty walk though.  I was lovin' the trees and especially the lack of rain.  And just enough breeze to keep us all comfortable.

A few walkers.  Just a few though.  I have no idea how many people actually came to this walk, but I find it amazing that I actually managed to find most of the people I was looking for. 

We stretched far and wide.

Can you see us off in the distance?  To the right?  Good.  Can you spot me?

How about here?  Can you see me now?



This is what I looked like after the walk.  You can hardly even notice all the runny mascara under my eyes...

Yeah, not gonna keep the "do".  And please remind me to NOT wear a ponytail anymore.

Remind me about hat hair, too.

Instead, I came home and let Midnight wear my hat.  She looks better in it anyway.

Too bad it didn't fit.  Those are her lips peeking out from under the hat. 

So... did we have fun?  I'll let you know just as soon as I have feeling back in my legs.  In my whole body, in fact.

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