In 2001 I started walking Race for the Cure.
In 2005 I tried to convince friends to join me for The 3-Day to no avail.
In 2007 my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer…six month’s later she’d kicked cancer’s ass (two months later she mustered the strength for her first Race for the Cure!).
This year I didn’t wait for anyone else to sign up. My “team” fell through, but that’s not stopping me. My honorary team member, Milo, is too furry and dog shaped to join me for the actual walk, but he’s been keeping me motivated from the start–just the way a training buddy should!