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I've just spent the past 20 minutes trying to figure out how to use this blog - post pics, post charts of our progress, filter out strange spam comments - and I got nowhere. crap.

After my minor meltdown yesterday (OMG How are we EVER going to FUNDRAISE ENOUGH!!!???), I'm better now. I'm calm. Serene. Focused

We need to walk..... and walk and walk and walk and walk and walk and walk.

Continuing on with my random thought process - we forgot to tell you about Sam the Student! So, almost a week ago we decided to walk up and down Groat Road (you know, the road that winds and is on a gradual slope so that it BURNS and BURNS and BURNS when you are walking North and you can't quit because where are you going to go? and it Burns and Burns....) and we see a young gentleman with a bookbag (hence the appropriate nickname Sam the Student) - and to extend this runon sentence even further I will keep going and tell you the rest of this oh so exciting story without using even one period - Sam was quite a distance ahead of us on the opposite side of the road heading north on Groat and we get this silly idea that we will PASS HIM oh yesss, so we forge on one burning step at a time and he didn't stand a chance too bad he didn't know we were racing him but that's not the point the point my friend(s) is that it burnned and burnned and burnnnned and our inner buttocks we crying out in pain the entire time but we didn't quit (regardless of the fact that, as previously mentioned, even if we wanted to quit we had no place to go!) and that is then end of my story. period.

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