Last night, Petey was still really sick and had a hard time breathing so she slept on her fold out couch in our room (and ended up in the bed with us). This was at 1:30am, when she finally went to sleep. Poor girl has been so miserable. Anyway, since she didn't go to bed until 1:30am, neither did I. And I had plans this morning and had to wake up at 4am. whoop-dee-doo! So after 2 1/2 hours of sleep, I got up and started getting ready to hike 11 miles up and down a mountain! What the heck was I thinking, right? Well, when I signed up for the cancer walk, I didn't know I'd be up at 1:30am the morning of!
So off we hiked, my co workers and I, trudging up a mountain for 5 1/2 miles. My sister just so happened to catch up with us and she was crazy and brought her baby in the stroller. No biggie for me, right? Wrong. Her husband is crazy and wanted to run up the mountain so we had the stroller and I helped her push that kiddo up the mountain (thank goodness he isn't as chubby as Spidey). By the time we got to the top of the mountain, my toes were numb and I'm not kidding. My feet were aching and my hips were stiff...and we still had 5 1/2 miles downhill to go. Great... As we are trecking down the mountain with 3 miles left to go, a girl passes us in a small shirt showing her stomach and tight black pants (yeah I payed that much attention). She was so skinny and was jogging down this mountain. All of a sudden a thought came to mind, "I can do that. I can be small like her and I can push myself and jog down this mountain(and up at some parts)". So I began to jog. I passed my sisters and a couple coworkers, and kept on jogging. My feet started to burn and I kept on jogging. My hips felt like they would lock up and I kept on jogging. At times, I would slow down and walk for a bit but I never stopped. I wanted this badly and so I kept on going. I didn't beat the girl because seriously, she was practically running and I didn't want to kill myself so I stayed at a nice jogging pace and beat my sisters/coworkes by 8 minutes! I was so proud of myself for accomplishing something like that.
And now, if you asked me about it, I might say I regret it but that is only because I am practically crippled. My knees and ankles feel swollen but dont look swollen, my toes are still hurting, and my hips, oh my hips, they are just aching with every step. I waddle everywhere and my poor kids have to wait 5 minutes for me to get up if they need me. haha. But I dont regret it and I am so proud that I did it...just maybe ask me how it was in a few weeks, after I have gotten over the initial shock of my aching body.
PS: I better have lost 10 pounds from that! I'd go and check but I'm dead serious when I say I dont plan on getting up from this couch anytime soon.
And that's how Suze sees it.