I woke up at the butt crack of dawn this morning so that I could get myself together in order to make my way to Long Beach by 7:50 AM for a 12 mile training walk that will prepare me for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. Of course, my two year old woke up announcing, “The Sun is up mommy.” I tried to inform him that he was allowed to sleep passed the sun but he was having none of that. He demanded his morning chocolate milk and an animated Disney/Pixar adventure which I promptly made happen if I was ever to have peace and be able to get out the door. My husband was still snoring in the bedroom.  

I hooked up my coffee I.V. and got myself half ready when I saw that it was 7 AM and needed to wake up my 8 month old baby and nurse him. The clock was ticking and I still hadn’t eaten anything. This was becoming a problem. Not eating a proper breakfast, that is.

My husband got up and as if he was telling me something I didn’t know, informed me that it was 7:20. At that very instant, my little guy unlatched, looked at his daddy and reached out for him…perfect timing. I passed him on and jumped out the door. Pedal to the metal, I got there in the nick of time.

12 miles and 3 1/2 hours later I was in agony and happy to see the finish line. In case, you may not know, the Avon Walk is 39 miles over 2 days….Yikes!!! I’m in trouble if I don’t step up my training. I am sitting on my sofa right now contemplating 2 Tylenol and a massage by a Swedish gent named Franz. Well, at least the Tylenol is a reality.

Wish me luck on this painful, yet wonderful journey a.k.a. Mitzvah.

If you are interested in more info on the walk go to www.avonwalk.org.