You know how Marty McFly in can’t stand to be called Chicken?
Nobody tells me I can’t do something.
We could go. I’d find a way to get myself together. I got better shoes. I learned to eat more protein.
“We’ll just have to take it slow. This will not be a trip where we go hiking. And maybe, you could go out without me if I need to rest in the hotel room. We’ll do it, baby!”
We packed carefully, so that we wouldn’t have to carry much.
I was just a little worried about not being able to sleep that first night.