All righty...you know the drill. I train for elebenty months out of the year to walk for YOUR boobies, you donate your sweet, sweet cash to my booby walk effort. It's a symbiotic relationship that we have, and who knows? Maybe this is the year that they find the breakthrough that means the end to breast cancer!
You want it to be your money that tips the scale in favor of winning the fight against it, don't you?
Look...you and me, we have the easy roles in this whole thing. All I have to do is walk. One foot in front of the other, over hundreds of training miles--I'm guessing that in 2017 I'll walk over 800 miles just in training, maybe close to 1000--and then I spend a couple of days walking up hills and down hills and swearing at the blisters that I'll get and the aches and pains that I'll feel, because face it, I AM NOT AN ATHLETE I AM A FAT MIDDLE AGED WOMAN but I'll still do it. You get to donate a few bucks and then sit back and point and laugh at me.
I am here to amuse you. In 2011 you guys got me to wear pink spandex with a cape and ride a motorcycle through the parking lot of a crowded outlet mall. You got me to wear the spandex and cape and walk around San Francisco for an afternoon. I wore it on the 3 Day in San Francisco. If that wasn't enough, I walked Atlanta in pink camo pants, a pink t-shirt, and I DYED MY HAIR NEON PINK for it. I even traveled in that get up. I wandered through the Sacramento airport, DFW airport, and the Atlanta airport in it all TWICE.
So you know I'll do embarrassing things for 2016 for some really good donations.
It's for a good cause. It's for the people we love who fought hard and lost the battle to breast cancer. It's for the people we love who fought and won. And it's for the people who are fighting so hard RIGHT NOW, and who have a better chance at winning because you dipped into your pocket change and threw a few bucks towards an organization that exists to wipe breast cancer from the face of this planet.
Win, we will.
Walk, we will.
And hey, if I have to use some guilt... I walked San Franciso in 2011 with a broken toe. I walked Atlanta even after tearing a ligament in my foot. It hurt; I walked. And I did it for 2 reasons:
1)I never want to lose another person to breast cancer, and your generosity allows me to do this little bit that I can, and
2) I am an attention whore.
So come on. Throw a donation my way. Someone's boobs depend on it.