But after reading through the lastest race organizers communication, I worry no more: Wheelchairs are now being allowed to wheel the race course. Suddenly, I can envision my sweating palms fist-clenched around the cold squared off edges of a bronze 'finish' medal as I bust through the finish line and yip yip at the street sweepers, who by then, will be the only ones left on the track to cheer me home! But hey, I'm in the spirit and as such, I'm bringing a green satin ribbon to hang my metal trophy on, wrapped round my neck as I go dancing in the steamy nightclubs on the balmy Carribean nights.
The Grand Caymans are my first escape from snow banks to sand banks, an escape usually slated de rigeur, after Santa and just before the sleet driven, snow plough riggings of 'damn its cold' January.
Look for Blog updates from my Grand Cayman Adventures: Blogs on our Jogs; Blogs on the Cause; and Blogs on the Beach....not to mention, Blogs in the Bar; Green Turtle Adventures, Fish tales and shopping sales!