Saturday, 29 January 2011
Moonwalk (Edinburgh, June 2011) becomes me... or at least I hope so
This week I have done something I hope I don't have cause to regret. I've signed up to take part in the Edinburgh Moonwalk this summer.
I've done it before so I know what I'm letting myself in for. The most recent time I did it without any training and that really wasn't very much fun at all. I said "never again", but then I've said that about other things too...
But then Lady Blah Blahs asked if I fancied doing it with her. Oddly I found I wanted to, really wanted to.
Then I remembered the good stuff.
Taking part in such a splendid - but ultimately bonkers - event with thousands of other motivated women (and a few men) is uplifting.
Walking towards the sunrise along the edge of the Forth makes my heart sing. Hard to talk about without sounding a bit blerugh but watching the dawn break is always magnificent.
All-nighters bring on the best kind of hysteria. Conversations and giggles through the dark and exhaustion are freer and funnier than normal ones.
It raises awareness and, importantly, cash for a really important cause.
I have a cast-iron excuse for going for a walk. Walking, for me, is usually a treat and therefore falls down the priority list below work and domestic do-dah.
My friend Fionaoutdoors, queen of all things fitness and empress of the training shoe, has asked me to post about my Moonwalk experience on her blog. So if you're the slightest bit interested in my blisters and what socks work best then that's where you'll learn more than you ever imagined about it.
Meantime, the sun is shining so I'd better get going.