Did you know that I helped cure cancer? No, really, I did.
On Saturday I walked in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, to support my mom, my friend Rod's mom, my friend Kim's mom, and a whole bunch of other people who survived breast cancer and a few who did not. I raised $407 in pledges, which is more than my entire team raised combined, and I managed not to come in last in the race, either, which is probably the more impressive achievement.
Not that my time for 5 kilometers was anything close to spectacular:
but I was in the walking portion with Jeannie, and she was pushing a baby stroller for most of the way. We had lots of company, though:
The race started pretty early, with Jeannie and I arriving a little bit late since she was driving. We missed the start for the runners, but we were lined up in the crowd in time for the walkers. I've never taken part in anything like this before, but for once my "Oh my God, crowd! People are touching me!" flight instinct did not kick in, probably because the energy was overwhelmingly positive. It was pretty cold and horribly early, but everyone was smiling and cheering and all decked out in pink, and I got the sense that we really were part of a larger movement.
Other than the racers, there were also hundreds of community members out being supportive and cheering us on, something I hadn't expected. There were bands:
and whatever these guys were supposed to be:
as well as a bunch of other supporters. The local paper estimates that between racers and the crowds along the route there were 15,000 people who got out of bed early on a Saturday to fight breast cancer. All I know is that after not just one:
or but a little over three miles:
I felt really good:
and I didn't even break a sweat.
Mostly because we were walking so slow, but hey, it was for a good cause, and it gave me a reason to buy a pink headband.