All day I've felt happiness, accomplishment and well, just proud of myself for having walked a 5K. For those of you who think I am making a big deal out of this, well, it is. I have never done something like this. Always been one to sit back and just watch the world go by (when it comes to working out that is).
My morning was filled with excitement over the walk. Once there, I wanted nothing but to start walking. Had my iPod ready and determined to just walk all the way.
As I waited for the buzzer to go off, I noticed the people around me. Some participants had signs, "Walking for..." and some had written they were doing the 5K for their mom, daughter, wife, sister. Then I got a little emotional. A wave of overwhelming emotions hit me and I began to cry. I'm happy I had shades, no one saw me.
I was taking part in an event where everyone felt the same way, to help find a cure.
It was sad, yet, there was happiness. Everyone was pumped up. Here I was trying to do the walk to be more active and to prove to myself that I can do a 5K, when most of the 15,000 participants were walking for a reason. To fight and find a cure for cancer; to remember those who suffered and lost the battle, and for those who have survived breast cancer.
My willingness to continue the walk became even stronger. I had to finish this walk. I was motivated. Breast cancer survivors held hands, walked together and stayed positive.
Anyway, this post probably makes no sense. I've been thinking all day how to put what I felt into words, but this is the best I could do.
Weird, since I am a writer.
I posted some pictures on my Facebook account. Click HERE to view them.
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