I love you guys.
Monday, October 20
When was the last time you stood in lines like this for a porta-potty?Or slept in a pink tent in a sea of pink tents?If you participated in the Philadelphia 3-Day walk for breast cancer, you did these things -- as well as walking 60 miles -- this past weekend. This is the fourth year I've been involved with the Philly event -- the second time I've participated as a walker.It was fun to view the event from the route. I saw many aspects of the city that I've previously only witnessed from the road. We walked past crew boats rowing along the Schuylkill River as we trooped up the East River Drive (Kelly Drive).We walked through the city, even through City Hall. We walked the West River Drive, enjoying views of the art museum and Boathouse Row.And all along the route,the support was amazing.Along city streets and suburban lanes, folks came out to cheer and share warm trays of brownies.Young and old came out.Without the crew . . . without the hoorays . . . without the high fives . . . and the woos . . . Well, my under-trained legs and feet just wouldn't have made the journey. It was the love and the commitment and the smiles and the tears and the brownies that carried me through the 60 miles. It was my sole mates.