This past weekend was the Susan G Komen 3-day breast cancer walk. It was such a phenomenal experience. There was a lot of crying, hurt feetsies, sore muscles, and cranky moment. But it was all worth it. I have never been so incredibly inspired in my life. The support from the community was more than I would have thought. The crew worked tirelessly (the first to get up in the morning and the last to go to bed) to feed us, hydrate us, and fix us and they still had the energy to cheer us on throughout the day. There were cheering stations filled with supporters with water, candy, little gifts, cute kids, signs and of course dogs. There were a number of people who would stand at an intersection to cheer us on, wait until the last walker passed by and then drive to the beginning of the line of pink and start all over again. There was so much love and support it was overwhelming. After lunch the second day, there was a couple who were handing out business card sized thank you cards with pictures of their daughters who lost the battle with breast cancer. They just kept thanking everyone for walking and raising money so no other parent would have to suffer the loss of a daughter. It was heart-wrenching and times like that renewed me and kept me going.
I met so many people on the walk and heard so many stories. Every time I got on a sweep van (they picked up the worn and weary ones whose feet could no longer carry them, 60 miles is a long way after all) I asked people their stories and they were more than willing to share. I met so many incredible people that way!
The weather was beautiful. Friday it was cloudy, Saturday it alternated between rainy, cloudy and sunny and Sunday it was sunny but not too hot. I loved walking in the rain! It was a ton of fun.
The whole weekend was one long testament to the power of giving and friendship (so has the whole year actually). Each walker raised a minimum of $2300 in order to walk. That is a lot of money but 0ver 1700 people (that is only the Phx walkers!) were able to do so. In this economy, that is amazing. And it was not just about the money. The training involved is intense, kind of like having a second job. The training can take up as much as 30 hours a week. And that does not even include the fund-raising. The devotion to the walk and all the time spent in the hopes that one day, no-one will ever have to go through the pain and agony of breast cancer, speaking as a survivor, that means the world. As the Susan G Komen people say “Everyone deserves a lifetime”.
My team was superb! We spent every second of the weekend together and then we had breakfast and lunch together today. Yay us. We are rock stars! Don’t get me wrong, we had cranky moments but our friendship is stronger than ever. I have the best friends in the universe. Our team spent a number of our training walks with Team Ta-Ta Ya-Ya’s and now both teams are bff’s. So much so that we are combining teams for next year! There were some other women from various other teams that we befriended and they are also going to be part of our new team! All of them were inspirations and kept me going. A couple women who I am now friends with were pregnant and still walked! Way to go them.
The closing ceremonies were fabulous and I have to thank my new, dear friend Chrystine to thank for that. She was a flag bearer for opening and closing ceremonies and invited me to be with her as her honoree. It was incredible. We were behind the stage when the walkers paraded in all wearing the new shirts we got (pink for the survivors, gray for the crew and white for the rest of the walkers). The crew all walked in and lined the stadium, then those wearing the white came in, cheered on by the crew and audience, all the while the mistress of ceremonies talked about their dedication and commitment and their incredible spirit. Me and Chrystine’s teams walked in together of course. After them, she talked about the crew and the fantastic job they did taking care of us. Then the survivors walked in, all in pink. It was an amazing moment. The mistress of ceremonies talked about the survivor’s journey consisting of not only 60 miles but of months and even years. It was pretty darn intense and inspiring. While the survivors walked in, the rest of the walkers and crew held up a shoe in support of them. It might sound silly but looking out and seeing thousands of shoes in the air was fabulous. Then the flag bearers walked on stage holding flags that said things like My Daughter, My Friend, My Aunt etc and then the honorees went up on stage to stand by their people. This was my second favorite part of the weekend. Chrystine and I were up front almost center stage. Looking out and seeing the sea of white, pink and grey was indescribable. Then the survivor flag bearers(representing all us survivors) came and reformed the circle they created at opening ceremonies. I am not going to lie, there was a lot of crying on my part. As soon as the walkers started parading in, all my aches and pains disappeared.
The mantra of the 3-day: I walk because I must. I am strong because the journey demands it. Together in body and united in spirit, I lay down my footsteps for this generation and the next. This is my promise: A WORLD WITHOUT BREAST CANCER!
All in all, one of the most memorable weekends of my life. And we are already planning for next year.
The only thing missing from the entire weekend was hot shirtless guys. Of which there were zero. Very sad….
Here are some pics courtesy of my teammates.

Closing ceremonies as the survivors walked in

Survivors circle during closing ceremonies

Another shot of the survivor's circle at closing

Chrystine and I onstage for closing.

Mary wrote me on the wall of the remembrance tent. Here are her pretty toes.

Me and a 30 yr survivor. We met at the restaurant where my team had our post-walk lunch.

Post walk lunch

Day 1, so early...

The whole team day 2

The whole team day 3

me holding the "I'm walking for myself" flag

Christy(from Ta-Ta Ya-Ya's) and me after closing ceremonies.

I carried this for my mom who is also a survivor. 10 years and counting...

Flags from opening ceremonies

More flag bearers from opening ceremonies