We walked 60 miles in three days and raised over 50K for breast cancer research through the Susan G Komen foundation. Team Rosie’s Toes was made up of 18 family members and 3 awesome friends of family or “honorary Rumely” as we like to say.
It was an amazing experience, I had never pushed myself physically that hard. It’s good to see what your limits are. Despite doing everything wrong; trained for a total of 4 hours, wore brand new shoes and wasn’t good about stretching, I walked away without one blister. I actually felt left out that I couldn’t participate in the blister porn happening around me.
I had a great time with all my cousins and aunts. Walking 8 hours a day gives you plenty of time to find your groove with everyone and connect one of one. I think I got quality time with each person -something very hard to do in our boisterous and big family. It was cool to see each other in a totally different capacity. To see each other in tough conditions.
I was surprised that it was actually much more emotionally grueling than I had anticipated. I would have long periods of time where I walked by my self. It was always more emotional to walk alone. Each neighborhood had their own signature way of participating. Mount Prospect holds a special place in my heart now.
I saw a Harley guy dressed from head to toe in pink spandex. Twin 60 something sisters dressed as boobs and taking pictures of people in between them. Sassy signs, “This is the worst parade ever!” to encouragement “Every blister helps a sister.” And a sign held by a women that said, “I just finished treatment yesterday. Thank you.”
At one point it was pouring rain and I was actually stalling in the porta potty; rereading the inspirational quote that was taped on the inside of the porta potty door, checking email. All of a sudden after two hours of miserable weather, the sun came out and it turned instantly nice. I was with the Thomas’ the whole last day. The promise of margaritas and sitting kept us moving at a fast clip even through the two hours of rain.
We ended in Soldier Field to an uplifting talk set to music by an amazing doctor who is herself a survivor. t was a joyous celebration. I came home, ate chocolate and passed out!