Last weekend I participated in the first ever Walk for Hope raising both money and awareness for the Children's Tumour Foundation. Donned in a yellow tutu and a penguin army top, along with my friends and family, I walked from Williamstown to St Kilda, approx 16kms in total. Although there are a few things that could be improved for next years event, I had lots of laughs and definetly enjoyed the well deserved glass of champagne at the finish line.
I knew going into the walk that it would be hard for me to complete and that I would end up with severe nerve pain as a result. I had done a few walks in preparation, only managing to get up around 8kms. I pushed myself way beyond my capabilities to finish the walk along with everyone else. I expected it to give me a natural high that would last for days. In reality I had anything but the"conquer NF" moments I imagined I would have. I let fatigue and pain get the better of me. The walk has literally zapped me of any energy that I had and at times the nerve pain has been unbearable. I have been up and down like a yo yo. On Sunday evening I took too much medication which left me zonked and unable to drag myself out of bed for work on Monday.
Now, a week later I feel like my body is finally starting to recover. I hate the way that NF rules my life at times and that during these times it makes me feel far from normal.