Well, the rumor is true. I am doing it again. I will walk with 6,000 other people for 60 miles in 3 days to save the world's mammaries.
This year it is my Mom and me walking. It is time for me to get busy with my fundraising! Eeks! I only have 10 weeks to raise $2,000. If anyone is interested in a making you feel super good that you are finding a cure for breast cancer donation you only need to donate $25.00 and I will send you any print you want from my store. And if you want 3 prints just donate $50.00. And if you want more... well, I will be very generous and happy!
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Here is what happened on last years walk. It was amazing.
I walked the Susan G. Koman 60 mile walk in San Diego! I was
motivated by my Mother-In-Law’s diagnosis. Sadly, she did not get to
see me finish as she passed a month before, but she was with me every
step of the way.
A lot of people have asked me what walking 60 miles in 3 days is
like. That is something I have a hard time explaining because I think
it was a life-changing event for me. I really learned a lot about
humanity and true strength. I learned to value my body and
determination in a way I never had. I was training, and training and
training for the walk and yet I still worried that I couldn’t do it.
Little did I know that finishing the 60 miles was not the important
part. In fact, it is just a teeny, tiny bit of the whole event.
Everything was more than I expected in so many ways. I loved it all,
the crowd, the people I met, the stories.... it was so moving and
rewarding.
I met women in their 20's who are survivors of breast cancer that
were walking. I met a woman who was still bald from her recent chemo
who was walking. She said she was walking because she can.
I met a
man who was a survivor of breast cancer walking. I met two women who
were over 70 years old walking. I met a family walking for a wonderful
woman who just passed away at age 35 and left 3 young children. I met a
lady who is walking in every 3day walk, every year, in every city, and
her husband doing his part by encouraging everyone all day long. I met
a man who lost his wife and his daughter to breast cancer standing on
the path clapping and thanking every person as they passed him. I saw
him all three days and he cheered us on with love and gratitude
tirelessly. Every day I saw these two girls dancing and cheering us
from sun up to sun down wearing wild pink wigs and funny clothes. They
would turn up every 5 or 6 miles and they never stopped dancing.
10 or 12 macho Harley riders wearing tutus and pink clothes rode
along everyday, hooting and cheering. I saw countless women standing
alone quietly thanking us because they were survivors. Sometimes they
would just clap, but their eyes were so warm, and it was so
meaningful. I saw a man driving alone all day long up and down the
streets, honking and swinging a pink pom pom in his white convertible.
There was a widowed man who gave us heartfelt hugs every single day.
The San Jose Police dept. bike squad wore pink shirts and rode with us
all three days. They played music on their bikes. I remember them
playing "Walk like a man" full blast and they cheered us on and
encouraged us up the steep hills. And they were struggling themselves,
but acted like we were their heroes. I saw two really, really,
pregnant women walking. I saw tons of laughter, tons of tears and tons
of blisters. I heard heart breaking stories, and heartwarming stories.
We all cried all the time. But it was a healing kind of cry.
My favorite part was after I was finished with the walk and we were
all kept together in a park waiting for the closing ceremonies. I
stood, and clapped, and danced, and "high fived" every new walker that
came in. To see each of their faces, some with relief, some with glee,
some with screams of triumph, and so many more with tears. Some were
even carried in! I felt so proud of them all, not because they finished
the walk but because they shared the walk with me. It was such a
privilege to be a part of it. That was the best!!!
There is a lot of power created by 6,000 people trudging along with
sore feet, knees, or ankles, all wanting to finish for their own
personal reasons. That power energized me to finish each day. That same
power is what will keep me walking every year until we find a cure.
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