Walk to End Hunger

A friend of mine, Christine, asked me if I was ready to do a 5k.  We had already walked about a mile around Almaden Lake Park.  My knee needs exercise, and that means walking.  So, I figured why not?  If I'm going to do a half marathon, I better start walking now.

So we all signed up for the Walk to End Hunger.

I'm still on the steroids, so I still have moon face, and my weight is up.  A girl needs to get her exercise!  Two more weeks and I will be off the steroids.

I guess this is my first race.  (Well, I did the San Francisco Halloween run 5K, in costume, about 30 years ago.  I went as a file folder, complete with paper clips and post it notes.  That was so hard to run in!)

What a beautiful day for a walk!  Fred pushed the stroller, Christine and I walked about an 20 minute mile, and Duane was so slow that he dropped out.  Really?  Ufda!

I finished in just under a hour.  (Christine could have gone faster, but she stayed with me. That was nice!)  Not too bad for someone who has just been through the ringer.

Chemo Brain

I just did something that I never did before. After being cleared to fly, I made airplane reservations for Christmas to visit my husband's relatives.  I must have clicked the button to search all local airports, because I accidentally made reservations to fly out of San Francisco, not San Jose, like I usually do.

Not realizing this, we went to San Jose airport today to catch our flight.  Of course, we couldn't bring up the flight of the computer and I couldn't figure out why.  So we went to the agent who, of course, told us that our flight was out of San Francisco.

Ack!  Chemo brain!  And radiation brain!

We were two hours ahead of when our flight departed, but the agent said we would never make it.  There were no other flights which we could book - everything was sold out.  There was no way that I was going to screw up Christmas!

So.... we make a split second decision, walked out of the airport and grabbed a taxi up to San Francisco airport.  We asked the taxi driver if he could get us there in an hour.  One hundreds dollars and an hour later, and managing to get past an accident on Highway 101, we managed to get to there there with 50 minutes to get through check in and security. Check in went fine and security was pretty light, despite what the San Jose agent had told us.  We made it with 5 minutes to spare!  That was the closest shave ever!  Thank God it was a domestic flight.

I've never been so glad to get on a plane!

That's probably the dumbest thing I've ever done. Next time I'll ask Duane to review!