I just had to stop so that I could grab a few quick shots.
Isn't she a cutie? Don't know who she is, but she was precious.
It was 7:15 by this time and I was suppose to be walking at 7:30. I had yet to find my team but it was hard to tear myself away from the Survivors lap. It was very moving.
There I am during one of my walks. I had to pose, of course. Thanks Mom for snapping a picture of me.
This is what its all about.
It was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be to walk for two hours. My last 30 minute walk was not fun. I was tired, my lips were chapped, my hips and calves were screaming at me. I kept thinking about all the people, that I know and don't know, that have endured so much more than what I was experiencing. Compared to them and their fight, my painful walk was nothing. At the end of the evening, I walked a total of 6.something miles over a period of two hours, burnt 565 calories and raised $220.
It's a drop in the bucket, I realize. But I was greatful to be a part of it, no matter how small. I wasn't quite sure what to expect and the sheer number of people that were there blew my mind, made me happy. It made me feel like we're all in this together and hopefully someday we'll have a cure.