In less than three days I am walking in the Philadelphia Breast Cancer 3 Day in honor of my maternal grandmother who died in 1980. I am walking with my friend who's maternal grandmother passed away earlier this year after her own struggle brave battle with breast cancer. 3 days, 60 miles of walking. It is a little crazy, but seemed much easier eight months ago when I signed up for it. I have about $500 more to raise towards my $2200 goal. I am not as prepared as I might have wanted to be, but we're doing it.
I like challenges and trying new things and adventure, so this is perfect for me. And for all the negatives I could check off, there are going to be five pluses (or more). So, yes, I'm going to miss my boys and it might rain and I have to sleep in a tent and probably be tired and hurting when it's all through. But you know what? It's also a vacation from my every day routine. It's exercise. It's a chance to enjoy the October landscape with one of my very best friends. It's time to be something other than partner, mother, worker, blogger, etc. And I can't wait.
So if you don't see a post here for several days, you'll know I'm off traipsing around the City of Brotherly Love, basking in all the pink Sisterly Love I can handle.
Don't forget to feel your boobies. It could save your life.