A journey of the heart
As some of you know, my Fight Like A Girl team, who walk in the 3-Day Walk for the Cure, celebrated out 10-year anniversary.
We celebrated in style at one of our teammate’s beautiful home in Lake Tahoe.
We had a mission to Make Tahoe Pink.
The short video is that story.
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My contributors for the 3-Day Walk for the Cure are awesome.
Many of them have been with me all 10 years.
When I grovel for more, many of them contribute more than once to make sure the old lady keeps walking.
This is a very brief thank you video,
The list is a long one ~
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How cool is this?
The Boise newspaper has gone pink.
This morning as I walked out to get the paper, I knew it was going to be a bit different.
Each year, in recognition of October Breast Cancer Awareness, the Idaho Statesman goes pink.
So, I decided to send in my own.
Here is a picture of my story.
You can read the story online at the Idaho Statesman.
As is the way with stories about breast cancer, my submission was next to a breast cancer survivor’s story who encouraged women to fight like a girl.
The community of survivors, family, supporters and those we lost, unites us in a battle we will never give up.
My Fight Like A Girl teammates and I are celebrating our 10th anniversary as a team.
And what better way to do that than walking 60 miles in the 3-Day Walk for the Cure in November in beautiful San Diego?
Walk on.
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October is breast cancer awareness month.
What better time to kick my 3-Day groveling into high gear?
If you are new to this blog, allow me to catch you up.
Over 12 years ago, I received a call from my mom.
I was living in San Diego at the time. Mom called to tell me my older sister, Terry, had been diagnosed with breast cancer.
She did not want to worry us so she did not tell our mom until after the surgery and after the start of her chemotherapy.
The news was a kick in the rear. I had been saying for years that I wanted to walk in the 60-Mile 3-Day Walk for the Cure. Now, I had no excuses.
So began one of the most incredible journeys of my life.
On the very first Walk, I met three women who later would become part of a team of incredible women, all dedicated to kicking cancer to the curb.
Two of them (Sue and Penny) are breast cancer survivors and walked every walk – even two in one year. Incredible.
A third survivor, Martina, joined us several years ago.
I never planned to walk beyond that first year. But, then each Fight Like A Girl teammate walked right into my heart. I am so blessed to have them in my life.
For a little fun, the attached video illustrates the connection of our Fight Like A Girl team.
Do you know the game Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon?
The theory is that everyone is connected to actor, Kevin Bacon, by no more than six degrees of connection.
This video is our Fight Like A Girl version.
As a walker, I have to raise a minimum of $2,300 to participate in my 10th Walk.
I am so close.
If you can help in any small way, click on my 3-Day picture in the sidebar or go to my personal donation page.
I want to thank all my contributors. Many of them have stuck with me over all 10 years.
You, too, hold a special place in my heart. Walk on.
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What started out as training for the 3-Day, 60-Mile Walk for the Cure has turned into a routine.
Five to seven days a week, I walk five to six miles each day.
Sounds good, right?
I thought so, too, but there seems to be a conspiracy against my walks.
I wish I could say the record-breaking is my pace.
But, instead it’s the heat – 70 days of 90 degrees or more.
I – HATE – HEAT.
Maybe it was too many years in southern California (mostly San Diego). For nearly 20 years, the farthest I lived from the ocean was three blocks.
Temperatures in the 70s are my idea of nirvana.
My walks have been getting earlier and earlier in an effort to beat the heat. I’ve missed more days this year than I have in awhile. Bummer.
I don’t know when I started resembling a sheep.
On three separate occasions (and three dogs), I have been attacked by a sheep-herding border collie.
The snarling, snapping surveyors of sheep circled me, one throwing his body against my leg. It even snapped at its young owner who tried to grab him before it took a chunk out of me.
I-LOVE-DOGS.
But, I now find myself freezing when I hear the sound of a barking dog on one of my walks.
That’s the only explanation I can come up with.
How else could someone NOT see me when I am in the middle of a crosswalk? Crossing with the light.
Much of my route is in less traveled areas. Yet, the one area where I must disappear is at a major intersection with a working stoplight.
More than once, I ran to get out of the path of a car.
I – HATE – RUNNING.
So, I guess I have to figure out how to remove th cloak of invisibility.
With a little more than two months until my 10th 3-Day Walk for the Cure, it’s time to step it up.
Fortunately, that coincides with the approach of fall.
Isn’t walking supposed to be good for you? Walk on.
A huge thank-you to all my contributors!
I have a bit over $500 left to raise on the $2,300 required to walk. If you can help, I would appreciate it.
Click on the sidebar or go to my Personal Donation page.
BigStock Photo Credit for dog – no, I didn’t take a picture of any of the little herders.
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