Avon Walk Charlotte: A Pictorial

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the pictures you’ve REALLY been waiting for!!! I give you…

AVON WALK: CHARLOTTE, 2007!

Here I am at some ungodly hour, a vision in pink, wouldn’t you say? At this point, we were still really excited about the whole thing. I’d just had a cup of tea and a free breakfast. What could be bad about that? Yay, look! Lots of excited women in pink! Happy! Happy. Happy! Hahahaha…

I don’t think this was actually a backpack, but someone should make such a thing. Except maybe without the nipples showing.

When we left the 13.1 mile stop, we had to go through this playground, where Anna thought it would be fun to go down the slide. I thought it would be nice to stand still for a minute and take her picture because, as much fun as she appears to have been having in this picture, I was already in pain.

Awww…this makes me so happy to look at! Lauren and her sister Julie made me this sign, and they were standing at the finish line with it when I crossed on Saturday. I swear, y’all. I didn’t think I was going to make it those last 2 miles. I was calling people saying, “Tell me I’m not going to die. Tell me I’m going to make it.” And everyone was very obliging to tell me those things, but somewhere around mile 25.5, a man in a pink hard hat came up beside me and started singing, “But we travel along, singin’ a song…side by side,” and if it weren’t for him, I don’t know if I would have finished. But I’m so glad that I did because crossing that finish line and having Lauren there with this sign was the best part of that day. Thanks, buddy!!

And now, for those of you with weak stomachs, you may want to turn away, for I am about to show you the reason for all my foot pain (well maybe not ALL my foot pain, but a large portion of it). Are you ready??

EWWWWWWW!!! The other foot looked about the same, but I didn’t get as good a shot of it, so I’ll spare you by just posting this one. Isn’t that the most amazing blister you’ve ever seen? I would never have even imagined that they could get that bad. Disgusting. And yes, that’s a blister forming on the blister. I’m told that’s called a second degree blister. Barf.

So the next day, I obviously couldn’t put my shoes on over those beasts, so I went to the medical tent in my flip flops to have them pop-n-drain the suckers so I could be on my way. They informed me, however, that to do that would require so much…uh…packaging that I still wouldn’t be able to put my shoes on. I told them to do it anyway, and I’d just walk in my flops for a little while. Well, the tape kept coming off, and not all the stops had medical supplies, so I had to just use whatever there was available to keep all the gauze and moleskin on there. So by the end of the day, this is what I had on my feet.

I thought the duct tape really added some flair. It got me through another four miles at least, and then I got on the bus that took me to the end, by which point, the flip flops had really taken their toll on my legs.

Here we are at the finish line (that’s Anna’s husband, Brian), and you can’t really see the ice bag that’s strapped to my knee, but it’s there. Oh it is there.

And that, friends, concludes this Avon Walk pictorial. Look for another one in May after the DC walk! If anyone wants to join my team, I’ve decided to call it “The Rack Pack.” THINK about it.

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