We're Walking, We're Walking

At the moment, my feet are rebelling. It's as if they think they are walking on hot coals or in very high heels, so slow and staccato are their movements. This morning, at least, walking from the couch to the bathroom is a serious undertaking. Later in the day, when they've stretched out a bit, I'll be able to take a long stroll, but for now, I'm not planning any major treks.

My dear friend Linda, on the other hand, is gearing up for exactly that—a major trek. She has been training for the Philadelphia Breast Cancer 3-Day, a 60-mile walk benefitting the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation and the National Philanthropic Trust Breast Cancer Fund. Sixty miles is a looooong walk, the equivalent of 1,200 city blocks here in the Big Apple.

Linda has been one of my closest friends for the past 20 years, and she is walking in my honor, which is an amazing and humbling thing. To participate in the walk, you have to raise a minimum of $2,200, and she's already done that, nearly two months before the actual event. But she's set a personal fundraising goal of $5,000, and I have no doubt that she'll reach that as well.

If you'd like to support Linda and her enviably nimble feet, you can do that here. And if you'd like to send her some words of encouragement, let me know, and I'll shoot you her e-mail address.

I'll keep you posted on her progress and, of course, on mine.