So I started walking to the bait shop, to the post office, and to Philly’s best barbeque spot. I quickly wore out my favorite Vans and treated my feet to a new pair of sneakers.
I not only discovered Philly’s great coffee shops but also that I felt better - physically and mentally. A bonus? I (again) fit into suits, waders, and shorts otherwise banished to a closeted pergatory.
So here’s my plan for Movember 2018. Instead of seeing specialists, I’m exploring new streets (and snacks) throughout my 30 day moustache journey. Along the way, my furry upper lip will spark conversations about how men can take charge of their health, conversations that are saving lives right now.
Would you please join me in this journey, whether by growing a moustache, by starting conversations about men’s health, or with a donation? Every awkward moustache needs a brave woman
PS - Are you feeling soft &/or sad this fall? Let’s go for a walk together this Movember. We’ll both feel better.