Run Freedom Run

There's a trickle of sweat

Drippin' in your ear

But still, you gotta run
Run-a, run-a, run
Freedom, run away!

Now, don't you fret
And never fear!
'Til freedom's
Won, won-a, won-a, won
Freedom, run away!

I know that this is an odd way to start out my entry on the Race for the Cure, but this song is on my race play list to let me know when it is time to run and today that verse pushed me to finish.

You know, there is something about an event that everyone is walking/running for the same cause that just makes me proud. I was taken back to the three day and the awe that I found with so many people coming together for a cause that I care so much about. It was amazing and I was decked out in pink ready to push ahead with everyone else.

You know, it was an interesting 3.1 miles, one that pushed me.

The first mile I was bored and missed Erin, that is fitting. There I was in a tutu surrounded by a sea of pink and I looked over and my 3-day partner wasn't there. I made due though and was excited when someone stopped and asked me about the 3-day sign on my back.

Before I knew it I passed the midway point and I looked down at my watch. It read 20:31 and I realized that I was on pace to break my 5K best time. My goal going in was 43 minutes- my fastest time before. When I passed the mile two sign I was at- 27:03 and I pushed harder.

When I started to lose steam, I was urged on by how great I would feel to text out that I had finished in under 40 minutes. I pushed harder and harder knowing that Adam and Amy (who both had great times) and my mom (who did the mile hope walk) were at the end. And when I crossed the finish line at 39:54 it was with the biggest grin on my face- even if it wasn't to the Doctor Who theme song as I planned.

Really, it was amazing. It reminded me of one of the reasons I do the 3-day. Here were so many people willing to put aside themselves and help others, and that is the way that the world should work. Plus I saw Shauna and I hadn't seen her since Christmas.





Waiting for the other half of the group to finish (the half with the 4 year old and both babies) oh and that is not sweat, that is water that I spilled when trying to rehydrate.

Why my dad rocks. He did the last mile and a half with Lu on his shoulders and pushing Bost.


Uncle Addy and Hayden, both sporting tutus

Boston loved his. In fact we got so many comments on the way that kid looked toddling around the post race activities.

The whole tutu clad group. We were known by everyone as the tutu family. People actually stopped and took pictures of our group.

Girl Power

How cute are my parents? I mean they are freaking awesome.