Boy, if I knew walking in a 5 mile race was gonna be this hard I would have never signed up.  Now, as a result, my feet feel like hamburger and I am sore in places I didn't even know existed!

Last night, I took part in a race for raising awareness for breast cancer (my aunt had that; she survived, but I did it in her honor).  I raised monies to where I could go and compete; also drummed up enough sponsors to be able to do just that.  So I walked last night in the race, and for the first two miles, it was good, but then fatigue and stiffness and soreness hit like a brick wall and it was a real struggle to do those last few miles.

Today I can hardly move, I am so stiff and sore.  I am vegging out on the couch; it is too much of an effort for me to walk anywhere without my feet, hips, and whatnot screaming obscenities at me!

Might have been a good idea at the time, but now I am regretting it.  I just hope my aunt isn't too disappointed in me for failing to complete the walk.  (I walked four and a half miles before my body finally gave up the ghost.  I nearly made it, but not quite.)

My parents (as well as my aunt) keep telling me I did my best and not to be so hard on myself.  I'm sorry; I can't help it.  I'm in just too much pain to even care.  If I could talk dad into getting his hunting rifle and put me out of my misery, it would be a lot better off; for one thing I wouldn't be in any pain any longer!