We began our training again. I can say we, because this year the plans include walking with mi esposa (?) and one of my bestest buddies, Joe. These are the two guys I walked with on the Portuguese in '08. The fourth from our party then seems to have fallen off the map.
Ray is, as always, a bit of a nervous nelly and a tad reluctant about the walk. Joe is a little anxious too. Me...nope. Not that I don't have immense respect for the route we are looking at, the Primitivo, but I have the Frances under my belt. It seems to be making a real difference in how nervous, or not nervous, I feel. I know it won't be easy, but I know that it is nothing more than one step after another repeated over and over.
Experience is a wonderful gift. The gift of getting older.
Ray is, as always, a bit of a nervous nelly and a tad reluctant about the walk. Joe is a little anxious too. Me...nope. Not that I don't have immense respect for the route we are looking at, the Primitivo, but I have the Frances under my belt. It seems to be making a real difference in how nervous, or not nervous, I feel. I know it won't be easy, but I know that it is nothing more than one step after another repeated over and over.
Experience is a wonderful gift. The gift of getting older.
