My friend Corey trying to fly in his Super Man cape
OK….maybe he was talked into it! (I really thought it would work!)
It didn’t work!
Tina and I sat down tonight and started a “family calendar.”
On a slow and boring month, we are constantly on the go. Imagine how challenging the holiday season is. At this moment we have actually managed to keep Thanksgiving weekend (4 day weekend) free from plans. I’m really hoping we are able to keep it that way.
Organization is something that doesn’t come naturally to either of us. So sitting down with a calendar is sort of a big deal for us. We both tend to be spontaneous and we both go a little overboard when it comes to activities.
People frequently tell us they are amazed at how busy we seem to stay. Due to that comment I’ve put a lot of thought into our constant movement. I have come to realize I am unwilling to miss out on opportunities. Whether it is a friend’s party, a trip out of town or a chance to eat at a new restaurant….I’m there.
My Dad died young (age 53). His death was sudden and unexpected. One of the things I remember him talking about during the last few years of his life was how much he was looking forward to retirement. He didn’t make it to retirement. I realized at that time that I couldn’t wait for life to happen later. I chose to live my disorganized and haphazard life with a smile on my face and joy in my heart. I haven’t worked very hard to save for a future…instead I’ve chosen to live in the moment. Its true I may regret that choice one day…then again….maybe I won’t!
Today the participants of the Susan G Komen 3 Day walk completed their 60 miles. Even though everyone walks 60 miles, there are two types of walkers.
One, is the walker that is doing it in memory of someone, or to help others, or simply to be part of the solution.
Two, is the survivor. This is the woman (or man) that has been diagnosed with breast cancer, fought breast cancer and kicked breast cancer’s butt.
Group one admires group two a great deal. So when group two walks into the closing ceremony, group one salutes group two by taking off one shoe and holding it up in the air. Its a salute, a sign of admiration and a moment that will bring tears to the eyes of the most callous person. 
It sounds like an odd tribute but it truly isn’t. Good shoes mean the world to a person that walks 60 miles in 3 days. The perfect shoe that each walker has found for their foot…is absolutely treasured. So to take that shoe off and hold it proudly in the air to salute another walker means the world. 
We all know that someday it could be us that hears the dreaded words, “you have cancer.” We also know the women that have gone before us and fought the good fight and won each battle cancer threw at them…will be the sign of courage, the sign of strength and the sign of success that we will look for on those darkest days.
So raise your shoe and salute the survivors that walk through this world knowing they have kicked cancer’s butt.
I found my purpose at The 3 Day
Yes that’s me in the gorilla outfit…
And I helped the police direct traffic (not really, but I did take a selfie with a cop!)
So I didn’t walk today, but I did find a way to be part of the day, part of the cause and hopefully part of the solution!
For the past 3 years I have walked in the 3 day. This is an event that requires participants to walk 60 miles in 3 days. The purpose is to raise money for breast cancer awareness and eventually a cure.
During the last 3 years I have made some wonderful friends during the many miles of training.
Sadly, this year I decided to give my old knees a break and I chose not to walk. However, I did agree to stay connected with my team, help them raise money and cheer them on.
So tonight I am in Dallas TX hanging out with my walking friends. We are laughing, sharing memories and preparing for a big weekend.
The thing is…I am a bit sad. Even though I am comfortable in my choice not to walk this year (my knees love me for it) I miss the comradery of walking. I miss the hours of talking about nothing as we walk just one more mile. I miss the feeling of accomplishment, the feeling of exhaustion and the feeling of knowing I am making a difference.
So here I am…wishing I was walking, glad I’m not and looking forward to a fun weekend!
I posted a photo of this little guy last night. I think he is so nicely colored I wanted to share a few shots that show off his pattern.