This photo was taken almost 4 years ago, and although its true that memories fade, and although you can't see my face in the picture, I'm pretty sure I was smiling. The dirt alone was enough to make a person cry, for heaven's sake, never mind the blisters, but I was grinning from ear to ear. I took this picture of my feet on the second day of the Boston 3-Day For the Cure, a 60-mile walk aimed at raising money and awareness to combat breast cancer. This was the first weekend in August, 2007 and it was 104 degrees. I don't think anyone's feet were made to sweat that much - so, yup - we got blisters - and heat rash - and sun burn. But no one that I encountered over those three days - and there were about 2,000 of us - no one, was whining. Why? Because the people of "The 3-Day" are a rising tide that inspires and lifts us all. I had never before been around that many strong, selfless, gracious and determined human beings in one place. The spirit of The 3-Day is infectious and I hope this blog will continue its spread. Maybe by talking about what I go through to fundraise and train for a 3-Day event, I can help people stay motivated and committed. I am proud to be associated with this cause. I am grateful I have the strength to walk. And I'm filled with joy that I can do it with such a great group of people. So I'll buck up and keep putting one foot in front of the other. Feel free to join me. But remember; no whining allowed!





Monday, May 3, 2010

Vindication!

Yesterday after church, I realized I wasn't going to have time to do a long Sunday walk like usual. I decided instead to bang out a few miles quickly just to get in some semblance of a work out. I challenged my 10-year old son to take a 3-mile run with me - He's a quick little bugger and an all-around good athlete but I figured I had a tortoise and hare thing working in my favor since he doesn't usually go that distance all at once - I thought slow and steady might prevail. I was wrong. He beat me by a good six minutes - and that's after running back to check on me once. BUT - this morning, he thudded down the stairs to breakfast. He couldn't quite look me in the eye when I asked about the unusually heavy gait - he just mumbled something about his calves being stiff - and suddenly my steps got a little lighter - that'll teach ya to kick mom's butt! Just kidding - it was a pleasure to run behind his sprightly stride - and I'd try my best to keep up if he'd consent to go with me again
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