Less than six weeks until Marathon Day.
Oh boy.
This past weekend, we cranked out our first (and only) eight mile hoopwalk. Next week: nine miles. The week after? Ten. DOUBLE DIGITS, PEOPLE! I’m somewhere between terrified and excited. Thus far, my knees have cooperated. Yes, they feel a bit squishy (swollen, maybe? Perhaps a bit bloated with the beer they chug to ease the pain of being so abused by a heretofore non-marathoner?), but no major pain. And my hips have remained surprisingly mum on the whole issue, so I think of them — willing the brown-sugary goodness in their general direction — when I eat my “reward” cookie (which usually isn’t an *actual* cookie, rather a huge bowl of granola with soy milk and a coffee at Bongo’s. But you get the gist).
Hoop Ruby is especially happy, because Hooping for Hope officially filed for non-profit status, meaning all donations are now tax deductible!
And look, Ma! I’m finally posting pics!
No, I didn’t make some horrible expression only to have my features forever frozen as in the proverbial Mothers’ tale about making ugly faces. It was 39° and misting a powder of quasi-ice, so I’m simply mid-silly-remark-to-amuse-myself in this photo.
Hoop Train! Chugga-chugga, WHOO-HOO!
