Believe it or not, it’s not always about me. Don’t get me wrong – it usually is ALL ABOUT ME but, again believe it or not, I actually do charitable work on a frequent basis.
For the first time ever, I organized one of those teams for a major walk/run event! I’m so excited. I even designed t-shirts! I do this stuff because it makes me #FURIOUSLYHAPPY .
So maybe then it is all about me after all.
Fine. I can live with that. No one else can, but I’m good with it and the cat doesn’t care.
As team captain I get to organize people (kind of like herding cats), and pick a team name. I still can’t believe they gave me that kind of authority. In all fairness, they don’t really know me.
Guess what I named the team? The Couch Potatoes. How awesome is that?! I chuckle every time I think of it.
Team Couch Potatoes will be doing the American Diabetes Association walk/run this Sunday. I’m going for the full five miles. I know! I hope I make it. If you don’t see any more blogging from me after this, you’ll know I didn’t.
Want your own Couch Potato shirt with this awesome original art? Sure you do! Go here: http://www.zazzle.com/kernut* and look for the Couch Potato link on the left, or the Couch Potato folder and click. All items are customizable – add any text you want, or change the t-shirt style! If you want that design on something else, just let me know and I’ll make it for you!
Be forewarned – I may make another futile attempt at live blogging during the event, complete with cheezy photos of me in my new couch potato t-shirt, probably sweating like a pig. Just you wait – it will be awesome. Maybe.
UPDATED 10/11/10: We made it the whole five miles. I survived. The End.
Ok, some of you may care for more details… I did not attempt another live blogging fail because Twitter hates me and is eating my @replies and #hashtags. I did sweat like a pig. (pics coming as soon as I get them. I can tell you’re excited.) I have about 5 blisters on my feet – two of which are on the balls of my feet. It was totally fun, everyone had a great time, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. But with thicker socks.