Walking the 60 miles sucks!
But having cancer is so much worse!
Walking 60 miles, you get blisters...crazy blisters like you wouldn't believe. Your muscles cramp up, get stiff, and refuse to move. You sleep in a tiny tent, no comfy beds, no flushing toilets. For three days, you get up before dawn and walk…walk…walk. You walk up hills, down hills, across bridges, through one town after another. You go to bed in that little pink tent and get up before dawn to do it all over again.
Last year, they thought I had a stress fracture in my foot on day 1. Every medical person that helped me or witnessed my sad state all told me to stop walking. Did I? NO WAY! I walked every step of those 60 miles. Not only did I walk those 60 miles, but I signed up to do it again.
It's simply because no matter how much pain I’m in, how stiff and sore I am, how many blisters I get, nothing compares to fighting cancer. The people fighting cancer will still be fighting long after my blisters and muscle aches have healed.
People who are diagnosed with cancer are the true fighters. They are the strongest people I know...and I know they hate being called that because given the choice, they would never choose to have to be strong.
This year marks a decade since I raised my first dollar and took my first steps towards 60 miles. I started walking in honor of my aunt and I still walk in her honor to this very day. I’m very thankful that she’s a fighter and won her battle with breast cancer. Far too many of our friends and family are diagnosed with cancer. As of today, I am not one of them and so I have to keep walking for them.
So please, donate generously so a cure can be found already. This damn disease has caused enough heartache.