...that on the weekend of the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in SF, I was curled up in bed in a tight little ball, wishing for some pretty awful abdominal pain to go away. I don't think I've ever been quite as sick, and there was no way that I could have made it even halfway to SF to even think about participating.
After last year's SF 3 Day, this just adds another layer of bummed out on my overall Walk history; never mind the crushing disappointment of not getting to go play with DKM in the city, I raised a couple thousand bucks and didn't walk.
I have that in front of me as a goal; I may not walk the miles as part of the Avon Walk, but when I'm recovered enough, I promise, I will walk those miles. I will take a couple of days, go into SF, and I will spend them walking the 40 miles I fully intended to on July 7th and 8th.
It might not be until mis to late November--I honestly don't know what kind of recovery frame I'm looking at here, but I fully expect to be 100% by then, after the Komen 3 Day (crewing, not walking), after a colonoscopy (this is what I fear will trip me up) and after going on a family vacation (with my guys...this is long planned, part business, and they come first)--but I swear, I will lace up, hit the streets of San Francisco, and give my donors the 40 I promised.