It's a mouthful, I know, but what it is is a whole lot of dedicated, motivated -- and, as was the case on Saturday -- soggy soaking drenched souls who walked a marathon, and raised a ton of money, 100% of which goes directly to breast cancer research.
That's 26.2 miles, kids.
And that's 100%. No overhead, no paid executives, just lots of volunteers who put on an amazing event every year, and money that goes directly to 2 or 3 or 6 cancer researchers.
There's chowder and apples and ice cream and bananas and drinks at the finish line . . .
. . . and lots of relief and pride when it's over.
There are massages when it's over, too. 26.2 miles is a long way to walk with soaking wet tootsie-toes. It poured, people.
The closing ceremonies featured this guy on gee-tar. There was another band that played all afternoon, too, that I could hear from my position directing traffic a ways away from the finish line. They played a lot of Stones. And some Tom Petty. I didn't bring my camera, though, because it was pouring -- have I mentioned that? -- but Dawn saved the day by bringing hers to the Closing Ceremonies. Thanks for the photos, Dawnie!
We didn't get to see our friends finish, unfortunately. Jennie and Eileen walked it -- and kicked its ass -- for the first time this year. And Martha? Martha is one of 19 people who has walked it 4 times in 4 years. Studly. ..
It was, once again, an incredible day. Summed up perfectly by my girl Jennie: "26.2 miles. In the pouring rain. Take that breast cancer!"