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.