We ran it. Every step. Our time was exactly the same as the year we actually trained for the race. Lesson learned. No more training. Though I’m still pretty sore and it’s been four days. Hmmm. Thank you, Jane and Paul. It was such fun. And we raised a fair chunk of change too—-I was the highest individual fundraiser at $3,200. Wow! Thank you!
Each year breast cancer survivors who participate are given pink shirts. I am collecting mine and wear them on my morning walks with Emily and Daisy. This year’s shirt I think I’ll choose from the stack more often than the others. The saying on the back of it just resonates so deeply with me. It is:
“I walk for those who have walked before me and for those who walk beside me.”
Thank you for walking beside me. For running beside me. For picking me up when I scrape my knees and knock a few teeth loose. For reminding me to look around me as I run. For feeling the wind in your hair as I do in mine. For marveling with me. Laughing with me. Crying with me.
It was really good to be in a sea of pink for a day.
But it’s better to be home paying bills and listening to the music coming from Zoe’s sleepy room while Mark readies his guitar for a gig and Daisy snores on the daybed. That, is priceless.