Home At Last

So, as many of you know this past weekend was my 39.3 mile, 2 day Avon Walk for Breast Cancer.  The last 7 months of fundraising and training all come to a peak in one weekend.  I just completed my 3rd year, and I tell you, it never gets old.  There's a new friend to walk with every step.  There's a new story to laugh at or cry at.  There's a moment of exhaustion and suddenly in the same breath a moment of inspiration.  I had many of those moments, and as I look at the photographs that I took, and that were taken of me and posted on Facebook, I can think back to exactly what mile it was.  I can think back to whom I was walking with.  I may not know my own name sometimes, but I love what these walks have done for me.  The exhaustion and the tired achy (and sometimes blistery) feet are completely and totally worth it.

Everything about the weekend was perfect.  The weather.  The crowds cheering us on.  The food and snacks.  Even the grape Gatorade.  The hot shower.  0 blisters.  The sunrise on Sunday morning.  But you know what my favorite part about the walk weekend was?

Walking from mile 38 to mile 39 and seeing Jeremy, my Mom and these little sweethearts at the very end.

(I will have more photos and more stories to post about soon!)