It's here. Tomorrow I walk. It seemed so far away in January. It was closer than I thought.
I've walked well over 100 miles in training. I've discovered parts of Silver Spring, Bethesda, DC and all parts in between that I never paid attention to before. I got a great new friend out of the deal. Walking has been like therapy - we walk, talk about our week. It feels strange to know that it'll be over soon.
Reading the posts on facebook, seeing the donations people gave me - it's overwhelming to think of all the support people are giving me. My heart is happy.
It didn't do the one thing I thought it might: it didn't make it all better. I'm still sad at the loss of my mother in law. I'm still sad and nervous for my friends battling this disease - and there are several of them. The feeling of loss is still there.
But there are two good things that happened. I feel like I made a difference. I raised a boatload of money, which I didn't think would happen. I also completed a goal. Well, technically not yet but I'm going so this will happen. I can't think of many times in my life where I set out to do something and actually did it.
I'm very nervous. My hands are shaking, which makes it hard to type. Time to get everything ready.