We had some buzzwords todAy, to keep each other from bitching, and most of them had to do with people who were far more disadvantaged than us, yet powered through anyway, whether they were on crutches or SIXTY-NINE years old.

Our wonderful sponsor Craig of Betty, fed us enchiladas, fresh tomatoes and fresh guac. His wife Val Markus was our team’s pace setter and keeping up with her before lunch nearly wrecked me. But the agua fresca and the margaritas were soooo appreciated. Thank you Craig and Jerry!

Our captain, my captain Mich Suzuki made us all pretty damn proud telling her story at the nightly gathering. We know she’s pissed she can’t walk every mile, but as her momma said: she give 200% in thought and action so it’s OK. We’re all here because of her. So she’s done eniuh in my eyes. And I’ll never forget this experience she’s given us, and all of these amazing women I’ve met because of her. She’s the planet around which we all revolve.

My feet are clocking in at 115 degrees right now, yet Ive not squelched my consumption of Heinies and or gin. After 45 miles (the fliers lie), 16 tomorrow IN SEATTLE feels like a fucking cake walk. I can’t wait for some decent coffee.

Sorry this is short, but I can only type so much on my iPhone, gotta save the battery. Good night!