WALKING FOR A CAUSE...AND SOMETIMES JUST BECAUSE

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Cost of Walking

I don't know why, but I added up most of what I spent getting ready for the 3 Day. And...wow.

Six pairs of shoes. Yeah, six. Wore out the first two, got the next two too small, so got two more... $800

Socks, somewhere around 45 pair. Six pairs of Thorlos at $13/pr. Three pairs of Bali (I think that was the brand) at $10/pair. Eighteen pairs of Reebok at $36. And twenty-four pairs of Wrightsocks at $10/pair. $381. On socks.

Camelback (2...one waistpack and one backpack): $20 and $60
Other Waistpack: $10
Water bottles: $10
Cleaning Kit: $15
Sleeping bag: $70
Air mattress: $20
Air pump: $20
Suitcase: $80
Flashlights: $30
Tarp: $10
Blister care: $40

Total: $1566

That doesn't even include odds and ends, the clothing I bought because I didn't really have anything suitable for long walks, or all the burgers, drinks, and frozen yogurt I bought.

Granted, two pairs of the shoes were unnecessary, so I can subtract $280 from the total, but overall...I spent a lot to train and then walk nearly 60 miles.

On the bright side, I have all my stuff for next year, except shoes. So I kind of have to do the whole thing again to make it cost effective.

Right?

Right.

I'll start training as soon as I have all the feeling back in my feet. It's getting there, slowly but surely.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Four Days Post Walk

And I still have an issue or two. One I expected: water weight. When you traumatize your muscles like that, especially when you're taking in a lot of salt (even though you're sweating like crazy) when you're done your muscles can hold onto all the water they can. The day after the walk my weight was only up a pound and a half; today it's a total of about six. No worries; I know what it is and it'll come off over the next couple of weeks.

feetsOne I didn't expect: numbness and tingling in my toes. I had issues early on in training with loss of sensation and some tingling in my left big toe, but that abated about 95%. I still had a little, but not a lot. On Day 2 of the Walk I realized I could barely feel that toe, but looking back to the numbness earlier I worried less about that than the hot spot that was developing where I normally get blisters.

I slapped some Moleskin on the hot spot and continued on; I didn't get a blister (though I admit, I thought I had...it felt all mushy under the moleskin and I was afraid to peel it off for what I might find under there) but I do have really sore balls of my feet. No surprise there.

On Day 3, halfway through the day I realized there was some tingling in my toes, but damn, we were going up and down the streets of San Francisco; there are some serious hills involved there (ok, they feel serious, but I think it's mostly that it's repetitive...up and down and up and down...) As we approached the last couple of miles my feet just hurt all over. Major hurt. But not unexpected.

It wasn't until I was in the car on the way home that I realized there might be a little more than just sore feet going on in my shoes; I presumed some swelling and didn't want to take my shoes off in the car for fear I wouldn't be able to get them back on. Since we were planning on stopping for food on the way home, I decided to keep them on.

We did stop, but when I tried to get out of the car I was so stiff--thanks to SF traffic it took us nearly three hours to get home--and opted to just pick up a pizza and take it home. When I was able to take off my shoes there was immediately relief--the feets were a little swollen--but the numbness and tingling was very apparent.

Monday morning, still apparent.

Same with Tuesday and Wednesday.

Today, I'm not sure if it's just a little bit better or of I'm used to it, but there's still quite a bit of tingling and sensation loss. No, I don't think it's permanent; I think the pounding on pavement and hills squished the nerves and they'll recover, but I'd really like to get back to working out before I turn into a giant blob, and if I start walking a lot now, who knows what I'll do to those nerves?

I'm giving it until next week; if they're still all tingly one week post-walk, I'll see my doc.

Still, all things considered--no FMS flare-up, no arthritic payback--my crappy body held up quite well.

Monday, October 4, 2010

...and we walked and we walked....

10/4/2010

...and then we walked some more.



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Me, Phyllis, Michelle, Joette
Marty, Roberta, Karen

I have to admit, my tendency towards verbosity is failing me a bit right now. How can you describe an experience like 3 Day? Amazing, incredible, awe-inspiring don't even scratch the surface. Neither do hard, painful, and tough. But it was one of the hardest things I've ever done, definitely the most tough physically, and almost the worst in terms of pain. Yet it was also far more amazing and jaw-dropping incredible that I can even begin to say.

DSC_0110There were 1400 people walking in San Francisco, and at least 350 volunteer crew members. I'm sure everyone there had more than just "hey this will be fun!" as a reason for doing this. I saw many, many names on shirts and signs, visible reminders of how much has been lost to breast cancer, how many have beat it, and how much more can be done.

If you've ever wondered if you could do something like this, two things to consider: how much you of yourself do you think you can dedicate to training for what will become Something Significant in your life, and...fark, Thumper did it.

Now, I knew there were going to be a lot of people walking and crewing for this event, but I didn't know. It's one thing to hear that there will be over a thousand people playing in the same game as you, but it's a whole other thing to see it. It's a whole other thing to feel it. The vibe is intense, and the atmosphere is electric; even if you walk into it alone, you won't be alone.

DSC_0022If you can be part of a team, it'll be even better. You'll start as friends; three days later you'll be friends. You'll end feeling like you couldn't love these people more. You'll see more things to admire about them, you'll appreciate their resolve, and you'll be amazed by how tough they are.

You'll be amazed at how tough you are.

I will admit, I had moments of pride over the three days we walked. I faced a few obstacles that I normally avoid like the proverbial plague. Steep hills. Massive numbers of stairs. In any other situation I would have turned and found a less painful way to get from point A to point B, but with teammates by my side (and behind and in front of me) I went ahead and tried. And with only one exception--I had to avoid a Hell Hill on day 2 in order to be able to tackle day 3--I did it.

Yet, anything I did paled in comparison to the people around me. Roberta walked with a painful3 blister under her big toenail on one foot and a fitful arthritic toe on the other. Michelle walked with sciatica. Joette walked with a bad knee. And Karen...holy crap, Karen had major surgery just a few weeks ago and has undergone follow up treatments since then.

They all had reasons--not excuses but very valid reasons--to drop out, but they committed to it. I wasn't just impressed...I was blown-away-impressed.

No one whined, either.

There may have been some sharing of information--"Ow, my foot hurts," "Dammit, I think I have a blister," "There's another damned hill"--but there was no whining. How can you whine when you're walking for people who have been through so much more? You just don't. You put forth things for information, as Roberta said many times, but you do not whine.

So I did not whine. I did not whine a lot.

P1000464I did not whine about how damned cold I was in the tent the first night (and I equally did not squeal with bot delight and damn-I'm-stupididty when Michelle pointed out an important flap I had not closed, thus letting in all the cold and wind. I did not whine about the fog, wind, and cold the next morning as we headed for and then crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, nor did I whine as we descended Hell Hill. I also did not whine on day one when we approached the never ending (all right, 133 steps) stairs we had to climb in Land's End park. And I didn't whine on day 3 when confronted with ascending Hell Hill #2 in the city (Clayton & Ashbury, I think.)

I did share a lot of information in the form of "son of a bitch," "dammit," "Oh, fark," and a few other descriptive phrases.

My teammates discovered a few things about me as well, I believe. They think I'm quiet (eh...I just don't think fast enough for normal people conversation, I believe; it's easier to write, so that I can edit.)  I won't sing along (originally I just didn't know the words...then it was just funnier to not sing.) I don't dance (ok, that's just because no one should have to see that.) Yet, they didn't shun me halfway through, so I don't think I was too socially unacceptable.  ;)

Am I all over the place yet? My head still is... The thing is, it would take way too long to really pick apart and describe it.

But it was amazing. Painful. Joyous. Tough.

And I did it with some truly incredible women, who deeply inspire me.

On to 2011.

A few pictures...more are at my Flickr page...but it might take a while to get them tagged and descriptions added, and they're in no particular order.






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Blog post coming...

We survived the 3 day, and it was an incredible and overwhelming experience...so much so that I need to pick through my brain to find the things I want to say.

But you gotta know, the cape was there... :)

Stay tuned for a real post...