Walking, Work, Whoa Mama!
Remember when I boldly proclaimed that I was going to walk 1,000 miles between Memorial Day and Labor Day?
Well, then I went to Nashville, where being outside in the summer is the equivalent of being in utero without an umbilical cord. Is that gross of me to say? I don’t know – do YOU remember your time in the womb?
Anyway, due to sheer self-preservation and the fact that I value my life, my walking fell behind. And back in Denver, as of today, June 24, I am only at 119 miles.
Granted, 13 of those miles were yesterday. THIRTEEN! I will make up for lost time yet. Because, as New Math puts it:
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I spent yesterday at an online marketing convention, manning a booth for work. People were asking for my business card. I’ve never had anyone ask for my business card before! I was like, “Hello, I am An Expert. Nice to meet you.”
My friend Scotty recently told me that she likes getting my emails so much that I should somehow find a way to get paid to correspond with people. That was so nice of her – because after all, I do love to write emails.
But then I thought, hello. That IS my job.
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A lot of you have asked how my mom is doing. She had her final radiation treatment, and is completely finished with all scheduled cancer treatment. She is currently in Washington state visiting family and friends, and will be active and walking and hiking the whole time – because she is Susan Freaking Parsons and she defies the odds.
I was on the phone with her the other night, and about to hang up.
“Wait!” she cried. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something for weeks.”
I prepared myself for talk of money, or maybe why I’m single.
“Do you leave your curtains open? Because I’ve been worried about sun damage to your couch.”
What would I do without this woman?