My feet

During my training walks for Avon 39, I've been thinking about my feet. I really like my feet. They're not particularly beautiful. They're kind of big. They have a tendency to get dry and sore around my heels, but I like them. They're the one part of my body that's purely functional to me, the one part of my body I'm not critical, or precious, or self-conscious about. Yes, I'll dress them up with polish for fun, but ultimately I'm happy with them however they are. They've carried me through life for forty-four years and I hope they carry me through another forty-four. First, they need to carry me along my 39-mile walk in October. 

I said I'd post every week about my walk training, but there hasn't been much new to say. I've mostly been doing daily three-mile walks. The longest walk I've been able to fit in is five miles. It's a challenge to find the time, but I'm planning to attempt a ten-mile walk tomorrow and one fifteen-mile walk before the big day. I figure if that feels okay, I'll be good to go. Showing up is the most important thing. I'm also proud to say I've raised $3,200 towards breast cancer research, so far. It's still not too late to donate! Just click here. I promise it will feel good. I'm looking forward to writing about my post-walk experience. I'm sure my feet and I will have plenty of stories to tell.