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Keep Going Julie!

Julie is captain of Team Girlapalooza in San Diego.  She is a walking and fund raising rockstar!  I can’t wait to meet her at the San Diego walk (four more weeks! eek!).  I’m so happy she took the time to give us a glimpse into the life of a career 3 Day walker.  She certainly embodies the Keep Going® Spirit!

Recently, I was asked why I participated in this event year after year. Here is my answer:

My mother is a breast cancer survivor who celebrates her 23rd year of survivorship this November. In 1987, a mammogram found five microcalcifications in her breast. Two of them were malignant. On November 9, 1987, she had a mastectomy, just 2 days after my wedding. In 2000, with the arrival of the new millennium, I decided I needed to find something to get involved in that would allow me to make a difference. Based on my mother’s experience, I knew it had to be something related to breast cancer. I’d participated in the Race for the Cure almost every year since it started, but was looking for something more challenging. In late January 2000, I saw an ad for the 3-Day in People Magazine. The ad intrigued me and I went to the website to learn more about the event. After reading all of the information on the site, I clicked REGISTER and filled in the registration form. My mouse hovered over SUBMIT for an hour or so as I talked myself into (or maybe tried to talk myself out of) doing the event. In my head, I was saying, “Walk 60 miles in a weekend – I can do that, I know how to walk”.  Little did I know what walking 60 miles actually meant! “Raise $1800 before the walk – well, other than selling Girl Scout cookies as a youngster, I’ve never done any fundraising, but I think I can do that.” “Camping – unless it is at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, this could be a show stopper!” But then, the OTHER voice inside my head said “If you cannot camp for 2 nights then what Mom went through means nothing!” so I clicked SUBMIT and registered.

Since 2000, I haven’t looked back. I’ve walked every year except 2001,when I was a member of the all volunteer crew. To date, I’ve raised over $115,000 all through personal letters to family, friends, and co-workers. This year I am walking in 2 walks – DC in October and San Diego in November. I’ve met wonderful people and made life long friends through the 3-Day. I’ve heard triumphant stories of victory over breast cancer and have been reduced to tears upon learning of a loved one lost to breast cancer. I’ve met young survivors, old survivors, and male survivors. I have been truly inspired and I will not stop participating in this event until the words “You have breast cancer” have been permanently eradicated from our vocabulary.

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Training Continued

We are 5 weeks out from the San Diego Susan G. Komen 3 Day for the Cure walk.  FIVE WEEKS PEOPLE!  Holy cow, where has the time gone?  This weekend they are walking in Philadelphia (Go Philly!).  Things are just buzzing right along but I feel lost and left out.

Having a broken foot sucks.

I was so happy when my orthopedist told me I could continue training.  As long as I don’t have pain, and I wore my boot, then I could Keep Going®. I started out small,  it felt as if I was new again.  One mile.  Then one and a half.  Testing out my foot.  All seemed {mostly} well.

However, walking long distances in a boot/walking cast brings on an entire new set of problems that I didn’t expect.

First,  I’m uneven.  Around the house, I have taken to wearing a flip flop with a thick sole so that I can walk evenly and without a limp.  The boot is very big and I have stand with my other foot on tip toe to be balanced.  Unfortunately, my super fantastic, very supportive, perfect for a 60 mile trek, New Balance 846‘s do not have a real thick sole.  So I limp on my training walks.  I have an uneven gate.  Because of this, my hip really hurts.

Second,  my boot doesn’t have cushioning in it.  So while my foot is immobile from flexing and the bone is healing, the bottoms of my feet hurt after only a 3 mile training walk.  I mean, face it, these walking casts aren’t really made for long distance walking.

I’m not naturally athletic, so this is all very discouraging for me.  It’s hard to want to go on a training walk when I know I’m going to be in so much pain after.  And then I get annoyed with myself, because for goodness sake…it’s not chemo!  Things could be so much more worse, why do I have to be such a baby?

This week I’ve gone on two 2.5 mile walks.  According to the training guide, this weekend we should be covering 18 miles!  I sure hope other ladies are getting further than I am.

I just tell myself:  I will be at the San Diego walk.  I will walk.  I will walk.  I will walk.  Dammit, boot and all!

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I Hate This Walk

With October being breast cancer awareness month, I want to try and bring you some more personal stories from others who have been working so hard to fight this dreadful disease.   This story was posted originally on the Susan G Komen 3 Day for the Cure walker forums.  It was written by Larry, who has walked in many walks and is scheduled to be a crew member in DC and Philadelphia and a walker in San Diego (Can’t wait to meet him!).  It’s a powerful message.  He gave us permission to share.

I hate this Walk. I’ve participated a couple of dozen times over the last ten years in a half-dozen cities, and I hate this Walk.

I hate training. I hate waking up early to walk and walk and walk, and maybe earn a few blisters in the process. I’d rather sleep late on weekends, and spend the day with my butt firmly attached to the couch, reading, napping or watching TV. I hate training.

I hate fundraising. I hate asking hardworking people to donate to fight this damn disease that affects us all, while people on Wall Street make $50 million a year to destroy jobs and our economy while padding their own overflowing bank accounts. It’d be nice if those $50 million paychecks went to a cure, and the Wall Street folks had to run a freakin’ bake sale to support themselves. I hate fundraising.

I hate rain. Walking in the rain sucks. Sleeping in a tent in the rain sucks more. And don’t get me started on mud. I hate rain.

I hate pink. Pink is for “My Little Pony”, Barbie cars and 4 year old girls. I don’t care what my wife says, no man looks good in pink. Just once, I want to participate in a walk whose official color is “flannel.” I hate pink.

I hate tents. Getting dressed in a tent requires more gymnastic ability than I can muster. Sleeping in a tent, curled up so my feet aren’t hanging out the door, is not fun. Can’t they make a tent that an average sized guy can fit into, without having to crawl in and out? And while I’m at it, for God’s sake, can they please figure out how to make them soundproof, so I don’t have to listen to people snoring? Ladies, I don’t care what you tell your husbands, but you snore too! I hate tents.

I hate Gatorade. I hate Powerade. I hate every damn “ade.” There is a special place in hell for whoever decided to put salt in fruit punch. If I wanted a salty drink, I’d order a margarita. I hate Gatorade.

But there is one thing I hate most of all. I hate Breast Cancer. I hate the look in my wife’s eyes when she has to go for her mammogram. I hate that my daughters had to learn about breast self-exams when they were still in their teens. I hate going to funerals, and having to listen to talk about how “she is in a better place.” Screw that. You think that’s any comfort?

I hate that a young woman has to decide whether or not to have a preventive mastectomy because her father had breast cancer, and they both carry the BRCA1 gene. I hate that Mother’s Day is yet another day when some kids have to go to the cemetery to visit their Mom. I hate watching parents bury their children, and I hate watching children bury their parents.

I hate this Walk. But I hate breast cancer even more. Fuck breast cancer. Sorry if the profanity offends you, but I can’t think of any other word that fully expresses how I feel. So fuck breast cancer. Can we please just find a cure already?

But until we find that cure, maybe we can compromise on pink flannel?

larry
2010 DC & Philly Crew
2010 San Diego Walker

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This Boot Is Made For Walking

I had a recheck today with my Orthopedist (whatchamacallit) today and she went over my official MRI results from last week.  My official diagnosis is:  Nondisplaced fracture at the superior proximal corner of the navicular bone.

Um, yeah.  Ok.  That’s pretty much Greek to me.

But I did find out that the navicular bone is the bone on the top of your foot and very prone to stress fractures.

And I can confirm that the top of my foot is where it hurts.

First off, in my appointment today I learned that I do not have to tighten the straps on my boot until all circulation is lost and my toes go numb.  I don’t understand why the doctor laughed at me for this.  I mean, they didn’t give me any official instruction, so how was I supposed to know?

And the best thing I learned at my appointment today is that I AM allowed to Keep Going® with my 3 Day training!

I can’t pick up and go 17 miles (which is the distance I should be going with only 7 weeks to train!), but at least I don’t have to sit on my butt anymore.  My doctor said 1-3 miles should be okay as long as my foot does not hurt.  I can go further if my foot is okay.  I MUST wear my boot.

YAY for training!

I’m not sure how everything is going to play out, but I’m super excited to get back out there and Keep Going!

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Make #FightBreastCancer Go Viral Today!

Today, Susan G. Komen for the Cure is trying to set a Guinness World Record by having the biggest viral social media push ever, and they are doing it for breast cancer!

For the 24 hours of September 30th, starting at 12:01am and ending at midnight, Komen for the Cure will launch what it hopes will be the world’s largest one-day social media/online event.

With the goal of “turning the world pink,” the foundation is asking not just advocates but everyone to update their Facebook and Twitter statuses to include the term #fightbreastcancer and point to the website 69-seconds.org. The “69 seconds” reference stems from the statistic that a woman dies of breast cancer somewhere in the world every 69 seconds.

On Komen’s 69-seconds.org website, visitors can sign a petition to include cancer as a global priority in the UN millennium goals, upload a personal photo into a digital mosaic to create a virtual map that will turn pink as participants increase, and learn more about the disease and prevention through quizzes and informational articles.

Source:  www.brandchannel.com

I guess that if your facebook privacy settings are set to “private” then your #fightbreastcancer tags won’t be able to be counted.  So if you are like me, and you’re set to private, Komen is asking that you PLEASE change the settings to “public” just for today.  Otherwise your efforts won’t be counted.  Tomorrow, don’t forget to go back to private!

Here, I’ll make it super easy for you.  Just copy and paste this to your facebook and/or twitter!

Every 69 seconds, a woman dies of breast cancer somewhere in the world. #fightbreastcancer at http://69-seconds.org/.

Every 69 Seconds a woman DIES of breast cancer.  October is breast cancer awareness month.  Won’t you help find a cure?