Today was the day. Rachel and I drove into Charlotte and walked a half marathon (13.1 miles) for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. We meandered through many neighborhoods crossing Park Road several times on our way into downtown Charlotte. In our wanderings, we were met along the way by a girl scout troop; several families that had candy, cookies, or lemonade for us; many, many houses with pink ribbons, balloons, or signs in the yards and hanging from trees and porches…. It was more encouraging than words can properly express that people came out to say ‘thank you for walking’. Here is a picture of one of the rest stations set up along the way. Each had a different theme:
I’m sore and achy and I’m sure will be more so tomorrow, but the goal was met!
The walking was made even more poignant as my sister called during our lunch break to tell us she was on her way to a funeral – her good friend’s wife died Friday of breast cancer. Maybe one day we’ll be able to think of breast cancer the way we do of smallpox or Polio – a devastating disease of the past.