Last Sunday my family, friends and I laced up and sashayed our way over pavement and through a park (looking cool the entire time, of course) for CF.
Get ready to fall over.
The entire 5k.
Perhaps that's a bit of a stretch. I likely only jogged several hundred feet but whoa!! I kept up to my sister and my new chunkers didn't even fight me.
I have cooperating lungs! That's a bit insane. Insanity is what it is.
One year ago, I was huffing and puffing away, throwing my possessions into suitcases. I was Toronto bound and in no shape to do the CF walk.
I didn't know if I'd be home to do it. Hell, I didn't know anything about my future.
Fast forward a year and here I am cutting the ribbon for the walk and keeping up with everyone else. I even did stairs.
I must confess. I did the walk and it was great and all, but I was having a very bad hair day. It's very sad.
Let's take a moment.
Ok. I'm good.
That was tough to swallow. But it's good I got it out. Acknowledged it. And now I can move on.
I feel very honoured, as our local CF chapter made me the honourary chairperson for Great Strides. It's nice that they recognize talent - I wield a mean scissor. (Scissors?)
Thanks so much to my team. It was awesome fun and I can't wait to do it again next year. With team shirts. Cause that would for sure up the coolness factor.