Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
I wanted to do a real 5k for my first time, and lo and behold, my city's annual Race for the Cure popped up. So I signed up. I didn't expect much, just to walk, go home, and be proud.
Honestly though, I found the entire experience to be electric. There were more than 4,000 runners there, and the atmosphere was just incredibly charged with emotion. I found myself randomly tearing up while waiting for the race to start, and a few times while walking, just moved by the power of the whole experience. I walked alongside survivors in their dark pink shirts, supporters, people who've lost friends and loved ones to breast cancer, and people who have been touched.
My aunt Kathy (who isn't really an aunt, but might as well be) is a breast cancer survivor.
My grandmother Ninney is a breast cancer survivor.
My great-grandmother Gamie was a breast cancer survivor.
These wonderful women were who I raced for. I can't describe the feeling I had when I was done, walking back to my car, and I saw a group of four survivors walking by. I teared up, raised my hand, and shouted, "You go ladies!" And they smiled, waved, and thanked me, and meant it.
My first 5k wasn't only an accomplishment for me to be truly proud of, it was a spiritual experience. I wasn't even done walking, and I was already plotting to RUN next year's race. Not to challenge myself, but to do more for these incredible women who were celebrating their fights and lives.
Nothing seems quite as important when you're walking behind a woman whose hair is still growing back from her chemotherapy, to revel in the power of her life as she's walking with thousands of others in a fight to make many more like her.
I raced for the cure. And I won. Sure, I was far from first, but I won something so much more special than a medal or recognition. I can't even quantify it, and I've been floating ever since. I was a part of something truly amazing, and it was nothing short of intense.
I've never been so proud of 57:15 in my life.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
First, what I fed my kid today!
This is all by request, mind you.
Salad (Italian dressing)
Guacamole (Made it tonight.)
Whole grain chips
I asked her what she wanted tonight, and word for word, that was what she asked for. I am so thrilled that she is making healthy choices! Granted, she's a pickle addict, but all have our vices! She may be 5, but she's got a good head on her shoulders.
Yesterday, I had a writer's conference, and I had nothing clean to wear, so I started digging around in my drawer.
I spotted my favorite cargo pants; pants I haven't been able to wear in months because my butt got to big. I stared at them for a moment, and said, "HEck, why not."
So I put them on.
Comfortably! Yeah, I've still got the Muffin Top of Doom, but they fit around my hips!
I felt SO good.
My aunt says I look different. I know what the mirror's showing me isn't repulsive anymore, and the huge underwear I bought are starting to get too big.
I'm liking this so, so much.