My Beef with the 3 Day

I think everyone who walks 60 miles for any disease is a hero. Seriously. 60 miles is a looooong way and to do it in 3 days...well, that just takes a special kind of person. My mom did it and my friend, Melissa, has done it 3 times. They're amazing women in my book.

My beef with the walk isn't the walk itself or what they're raising money to fight. My issue with it is the "if you don't raise enough money (i.e. - at least $2300) you can't walk OR you can charge the rest yourself and pay the amount you didn't raise." Super big kudos to those men and women who DO raise the money. That's a lot of money - especially in these times.

But for those who have trained and raised money, but have not raised enough money...how disheartening. I received an email from a woman I barely know asking for funds. She had raised $1800, but it wasn't enough. So, here she was, a week before the event, trying desparately to raise hundreds of dollars so that she would be allowed to walk 60 miles. Allowed to walk 60 miles. Is $1800 too little of an amount? Really?

I'm ALL for using fitness to make a difference, but when a charity says that an almost $2K donation is not enough....it turns me off.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Putting It Off

I'm putting it off. Unfortunately, I'm not talking about the weight. I'm talking about the gym membership. I can put it on hold and I'm putting it off. I know I have to. Really, what's the point in paying for it if I can't get out the door to go?

But it feels like giving up.

And that I don't like.

So, I have a few more days until I have to make those dreaded keystrokes and resign myself to giving it a go at home. Which I doubt will actually happen. And that stinks.

Darn.

Darn.

Darn.

Thwarted Again

Frustration has been running high these days. You see, going to the gym is not really about going to the gym. It's not about the treadmill or about telling stories when I get home.

It's about getting out of the house by myself to do something for myself.

And when that doesn't happen...for one frustrating reason or another...it makes the day much harder to get through. Especially when there are a hundred other things I'm worried about, stressed over, or just plain sick to my stomach about. So, going is not really an option. I need it.

If I could afford to have the kids go to the play area every day I would. But that's $30 extra a month. And that I can't afford. So, whether the baby is going to scream for an hour or the boys are going to fool around in their room as soon as I wake up....I don't really care. If I don't get time for myself, especially with all that's going on, it's not going to be pretty.

Just thought you should know.