Walk This Way

We might be insane. The benign kind of insane where you just shake your head and make a soft clucking sound with your tongue while wondering aloud, "Are they nuts?" What kind of person purposely gets up at 7am on a Sunday morning to walk 6 miles with 15,000 other wackos? Okay, so most of them will be running (which in my book makes them superwackos) but still. . .we are certifiable. And I am the worst of the bunch since it was my bright idea. Way to go Sizzle. What have you gotten us into now?

The Wharf to Wharf is this Sunday. Supple, Meagan, Jenny Two Times and I will be amongst the runners and walkers as thousands of on-lookers ogle and cheer us on. I am sure to turn red like a beet, to get arch pain in my right foot and to maybe have a back spasm or two. We've been walking a couple times a week so we are feeling ready...or so we are fooling ourselves into thinking. We keep asking each other, "Can we do this?" And someone ultimately bucks up with a resounding "Sure!"

Wish us luck.