In mid-July, we packed up the car and headed south for my niece's wedding. Although this was a short quick trip, I was able to fit in an 8-mile training walk with my sister's Saturday morning friends. It was great being able to walk with my sister/teammate since it confirmed that our walking speeds and styles are similar. There is one big difference in our walks though and that is the scenery. Her walks takes place in the quaint town of Safety Harbor. Their walks begin at Safety Harbor Spa, continue along the shoreline, wind around Phillippe Park, and end back up at the spa. Before the walk began, the TWL Carol mentioned a hill on the walk. I replied that I will see if it is a hill or hump. There was a very slight incline, and if they want to believe it is a hill that is okay by me since I don't have views like this on my walk:
It was such a great change to walk with my sister instead of walking solo. Time flew by since we chatted up a storm even though we chat weekly for at least an hour, but don't worry because I am sure we will have plenty to talk about when we walk in October. I am also sure part of the time on our October walk will be filled with who has the tissues since we are both big cry babies.
Last Saturday was one of those moments when I was a big baby, but I had good cause. Just as I was about to walk in the Atlanta 3-day Preview Expo my dear hubby called to tell me I had met the minimum fundraising goal of $2300. I was in shock since I was $250 short. I was overcome with emotion as he informs me a high-school classmate has given me a $250 donation. I couldn't talk because I was choking back tears of joy and amazement at my friend's indescribable generosity since she had given me $150 when I first began this journey.
I pulled myself together and entered the expo. Wiping tears from my eyes I had to share this joy with the lady behind the check-in table, and then I quickly turned around and walked back outside. I knew my sis would be on her training walk, but I had to share this news with her. Just as she was saying she would call me back later, I ramble that I reached my goal and the tears started again. This time upon entering I made a pit stop and the potty to grab some tissues and have a good ole' Praise the Lord cry!
As I sat in one of the clinics about Life on the 3-day, the emotions kicked in again as I thought about what an incredibly blessed life I have. So many people are helping make this life changing journey become a reality, and every cent donated means the world to me because it could be the one that makes a difference and helps find a cure for this horrific disease. My mind was quickly distracted as two guys gave a presentation on packing for the 3-day in Attack of the Pack. All I can say is it was incredibly funny and full of great tips. After the clinics, I did a little shopping, met up with a fellow walker and survivor I met at the training kickoff, and then headed back home.
When I returned home, I changed my Facebook status to reflect my jubilation I was feeling in my heart for reaching my fundraising goal! My friends reply to my thanks warmed my heart even more, added pink the blood in my veins that allows my heart to beat in its pink flurry because of the gratefulness of taking this life changing journey.
Hugs and Blessings,