Race for the Cure

Okay, it has been a busy two weeks so my blog is a little backed up…  Last Saturday morning Tim and I ran the Race for the Cure here in Charlotte.  Even though it was just a 5k it was great to actually compete in a large race, which I haven’t done since the Cooper River Bridge 10k in March.  More importantly however it really put into perspective the physical struggles I am going through when I saw cancer survivors and their loved ones.  It is unbelievable to see those that have survived this disease through incredible physical, mental, and emotional strength.  Also to see the huge number of people just here in Charlotte who are so committed to achieving a cure so that no one will have to face that struggle again.

Those running in memory or in celebration of a loved one wear a small sign on their back with their loved one’s name and sometimes additional information they choose to provide.  Logistically it makes a lot of sense because as you are running you can read the names or those affected by cancer and traditionally your identification number is on your front.  However I feel there is deeper symbolism than those facts.  Our loved ones are always behind us in achieving our goals and conquering our struggles.  They do so by offering encouraging words and advice, but they also do so by their own inspiring actions.  I thought specifically about the father and daughter in front of me at one point running in celebration of their mother/wife.  I am sure that the mother would say the love and support of her daughter and husband got her through her greatest struggle of her life.  On the flip side I am certain that watching their wife and mother conquer cancer inspires those two strong runners (they were only in front of me within eye sight briefly before they shot ahead) in all aspects of their life and in the race.  I certainly know how much the people in my life have helped me achieve what I already have and I know there is no way I will cross the finish line of the marathon without their love and faith in me.

Since I am backlogging a little bit, I can give you a hint to what happened the day after the race – it includes 10 miles, a worried boyfriend, and Ray Lewis….