half-marathon

Day two of the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer was wet and miserable. Luckily I avoided all the rain. The pain that I started feeling after mile 13, the pain that hurt so much I thought I was going to vomit with every step I took after mile 20, the pain that I hoped would magically be gone when I woke up on day two of the walk - did not disappear. It may have gotten worse. So I decided that I would not walk the 13.1 miles of day two. It was a frustrating decision, I hate quitting, but was a smart decision. After 28 years am I finally acting like an adult? Don't worry, I am sure it is only temporary.

Saving Private Parts pausing for a photo before the finish line. * Finally!

Steph came and rescued me from a miserable day of being stuck on the Avon walk bus. She was a lifesaver. We grabbed Tasha too and killed time until the rest of the team was nearly done. We picked up our friends Marty and Whitney and waited for our drenched teammates. Tasha and I joined them for the last 50 yards to cross the finish line. They were drenched and miserable and awesome for completing 39.3 miles.

Dana and I in our respective theme park ponchos. * Whitney, Marty and Steph - our biggest fans!

All in all this was a great experience. Once was enough, I do not think walk it again. But I would go back and do the medical crew. Or even just camp out on the side of the road to cheer people on and hand out Diet Cokes. We would have given out first born for someone to hand us a nice cold Diet Coke.