Maid of Honor

My best friend is getting married in a month. Well, actually 21 days. As Maid of Honor, I have several honors that day, including that I get to wear a bright turquoise, strapless dress and walk down the aisle in front everyone. It's a nice dress, unfortunately, I may have had one too many s'mores this summer (and maybe a few extra desserts leading up to the summer), and when I put on the dress, I have a very real resemblance to Jabba the Hut tightly wrapped in turquoise ceran wrap.

When I got to camp in May, I vowed to myself that I would run every day and get in really great shape by the wedding. But it's been a busy summer and the 3 minutes of free time I have per day, I usually spend sitting quietly, being thankful I don't have to move. But today, in an attempt to escape a very tedious "to do" list, I decided to go for a run.

When I walked outside wearing running shoes, a tank top and my iPod, my staff reacted as if I was carrying a rocket ship, planning a trip to the moon. It was a mixture of perplexed shock and confused worry. Several suggested I take a walkie talkie "just in case, you know... you need us" and one suggested he drive behind me in the golf cart. I used to be in great shape. I worked out 7 days a week and trained with a really tough personal trainer 3 days a week. I was the picture of physical fitness. So, it's been a while since I did anything resembling exercise, and my body type is more "soccer mom after giving birth" but I watch the Biggest Loser, and if those people can get in shape, there's hope for me.

So I went for a run. Er, well, I walked... um, okay, hobbled (and crawled, but just a little ways). I went two miles. Yes, okay, it took the better part of the day, and I had to stop for a short nap on the side of the road, but I did it. It was not fun. I hated it. But this is my best friend we are talking about. I don't mind the extra rolls, I love me and the more of me there is, the better. But I think my best friend will be mad if I ruin all of her wedding photos by looking like the blue kool-aid mascot and taking up the majority of the photo. So instead of getting her the expensive, wonderfully thoughtful gift that she and her future husband will love and enjoy, I decided to get in shape and avoid taking all of the attention away from her on her special day. So I hobbled for her. And for the next 20 days I will do the same. Because that's what the Maid of Honor does.