Hey Liver??? See, I Care!!!

Team Awesome Bringing The Love To Team Stanley!

I find it funny that my last post had to do more with the destruction and rehabilitation of my own liver, and here we are on Sunday, June 9th, to support Team Stanley at the Liver Life Walk - Greater Boston. 

My first step (Pun Intended, Waka, Waka!) towards a more healthy lifestyle began MUCH earlier than expected.  The Gruesome-Twosome and I had a sleep-over at My Love's abode, because we had a very busy morning to prepare for the Liver Life Walk.  Aside from loitering in the parking lot a Aveni Cleaners (which from the outside looks like the warehouse from Reservoir Dogs) and getting flipped off by Weymouth's finest, The Gruesome-Twosome neglected to get the memo that "up early" was MUCH later than 4:55 am!  Nothing a little Nintendo DS and Dunkies can't fix though.


Here's to waking up early, bad drivers and creepy parking lots

We made our way to Foxboro, beneath the banners of THREE Superbowl Championship banners and countless amenities that in no doubt contribute to the purchase of more blue-shirt-white-cuff/collars for Mr. Kraft to add to his collection.

"Hey Baby! Those people paid for this shirt...Let's have sex!"

Upon acclimating myself with my surroundings as well as being introduced to the rest of Team Stanley, we were off on a 2.5 mile walk around the parameter of Patriot Place.  The Stanley family, who are actually My Love's former in-laws (and such), were welcoming, hilarious, upbeat, loving and passionate and despite just meeting 95% of these people, made me feel part of the family.  I also got a lesson as to how a camel may feel.  Thankfully I wore cargo shorts because I needed every pocket and every square inch of the backpack I carried to hold 12 waters, change of clothes, wallets, phones, balloon swords, three french hens, two turtle-doves and a partridge in a pear tree...Not to mention I was getting peer-pressured into swiping 3 bunches of bananas, 6 oranges, 4 turkey sandwiches and a couple bags of BBQ potato chips!  I let Ms Amber worry about the hand sanitizer.

One would think that 2.5 miles would not be that bad...which it wasn't...for Yours Truly, but we were only 50 feet into the walk and Mr. Leo had already called a rickshaw.  Ms Gwen made it at least 1/2 way before starting a "Are We There Yet?" chant that is still ringing in my head.  Approximately an hour after we departed the starting gate, we arrived at the finish line and despite starving like the fattest Ethiopian in the village, I felt really good!

Now, I may not know (yet) what it's like to personally deal with liver disease, and I'm certainly in no position to donate money towards the cause, but I am more than happy that I was able to contribute my time and support to some great people and new friends.  There may have been a time when this would have been REALLY weird to say, but I will always be proud to wear my "TEAM STANLEY" shirt.