I’m confessing something big tonight.
There is fear living in the Guat Household.
My knees are freaking out.
Now normally I’m not afraid of much. Neither are they.
I’m a badass, not afraid to fly my freak flag. Not afraid to chase Bucket List Adventure Challenges. Scared of what? Bungy Jumping. No. Skydiving. No. Triathlons. No. Warrior Dash Mud Run Obstacles that make you jump through fire. No. The Mommy-and-Me-Mafia-PTA-Looking group of ladies that take over the park. No. Gaining weight. Hell no bring it on.
But there is one thing that makes my close-to-40-year-old-worn-out-and weary knees tremble.
Close to 1,400 steps.
Ain’t no BenGay strong enough, no ice pack cold enough …
But there is one man that’s inspirational enough …
On April 11th, I’m taking on The Fight For Air Climb again in what seems to be the ultimate battle of strength and will for my bones and cartilage. It’s become a tradition now. Exhausting and claustrophobic, but worth it.
Honoring family is worth it, and that’s what I aim to do.
So I’m going to take my Hulk Hogan-Randy-Macho-Man-Savage-Tina-Turner-looking quads and run down knees through the ultimate test of the year.
I’m gonna do it for my Dad.
I’ll be taking this on next month and if you’re feeling generous with the need to donate to a good cause, feel free to click the link on the bottom and it will guide you to my personal fundraising page.
Buen Camino Everyone!
… Siganme Los Buenos!