Saturday morning, I joined my very good friends from CSI (the school not the crime scene) to walk in the First Ladies' Walk for Life, to raise money for breast cancer research. It's amazing how easy it is to walk three miles when you have good friends to whine to the whole way.
Saturday was overcast and muggy, but there was a little breeze. A real one, not just a wave of wet air that feels like a damp towel. A cool breeze that evaporated sweat and made it possible to breath.
I admit, I had tried to talk myself out of going. I was tired. I had to clean the house. I had to box up the stuff at Dad's house. I had to see my Saturday morning cartoons.
At first I was overwhelmed by the PINKNESS of the place. Pink hair, pink shorts, pink cell phones. Good lord, I don't even own anything pink. Except the miniskirt that is in the bag to go to the Salvation Army. (What was I thinking?)
But quickly, I realized I was very glad that I went. There is something magical about walking in a huge pink sea of people who care.
There was a woman who appeared to be undergoing chemotherapy who walked leaning on her husband and her child's stroller. There were cheerleaders who cheered the entire three miles. There were little kids and great-grandmothers. It was something.
I am very glad I walked. I am already planning for next year. I will wear a pink hat and pink shorts. I will encourage more people to join us. I really can't wait.