The day I've been looking forward to for 6 weeks.
The Race for the Cure.
My sweet boys ran with me. Well, actually, they went to the race with me but they both finished before me.
Mitch finished about a minute before me.
Since my man was ahead of me, I got to enjoy this view most of the race. That made me happy :)
This is absolutely, positively one of my favorite days of the year.
9,500 dedicated walkers and runners.
I LOVE this event and all it represents.
I LOVE the honor, respect and love that is shown to breast cancer fighters, survivors and those who lost the battle.
I LOVE all the cheerleaders along the way. I really did feel like a running rock star!
I LOVE all the pink.
(I had to use one of those. My nervous bladder got the best of me before the race. Dang it. Unfortunately, the bottle of water I drank on the way to the race made it's way through my system. I wondered while I was running if all the women passing me were also peeing their pants with every step. I just can't get used to that part of being a middle-aged runner.)
Pink cement truck...
Lots more pink but my phone battery was shot.
Pink tutus, boas, t-shirts, just about everything.
It's just so much happy pinkness!
Eli said "I love how you can talk to anyone here. Everyone is friendly and happy."
This t-shirt totally sums up the last 6 weeks of my life...
This year was a special race for us. Mitch's step-sister, Becky Gillispie, was diagnosed with breast cancer while we were training. We ran in her honor. The struggles I encountered during training are absolutely nothing in comparison to her struggles with surgery and treatment. We will ALWAYS support the Race for the Cure in whatever way we can because of what the race does for women. We will beat this disease someday!