My commute this morning was significantly slowed -- but greatly enriched -- by virtue of running next to the first mile or so of the Breast Cancer 3-Day walk. I passed hundreds of women -- and some men -- dressed in ordinary walking clothes, pink hats, t-shirts, tiaras and pink feather boas, heading off to spend three days making a difference in the fight against breast cancer. Each one of these people raised at least $2200 for breast cancer research. They're doing something brave and beautiful. I had fun calling out and waving as the walkers went by -- and they cheered me back. Being cheered on the way to work is always a day-brightener! ;-)
Of course, seeing them brought back all my conflicted feelings about my own aborted participation last year. I signed up in February or March -- with
A_bellestrist as my buddy, and enjoyed my early training with L&L. But Lohain's death, my move, and the overall upheaval of my life pushed preparations pretty much to the bottom of my priority list. I didn't walk -- although
A_Bellestrist did -- but I did raise the full minimum donation, which is something I keep needing to remind myself. I did make a difference, even without walking.
On Monday I have my first session at a one-on-one weight training gym for the first time in at least five or six years. I used to do this all the time, and I loved it. I'm so glad to have the chance to start again (although it's at a different gym).