I hyper-extended my knees in the fight against breast cancer. Don't believe me? You try walking 60 miles and see how your knees fare. That shit is hard. I may be gimping around the house for a few days, but it was worth it. Allow me to regale you with my journey:
Friday morning I woke up at 5:30am to join three thousand women and men at North Point Mall for the opening ceremonies of the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer 3Day. The walk is 60 miles, spread out over the course of a weekend, 20 miles each day. Each participant is required to raise $2,200 to support breast cancer research. The entire
balagan (Yiddish for "big fucking mess") is organized by the National Philanthropic Trust, and the 3Day staff travels from one city to the next, walking all over our country in support of a cure.
We were to begin our walk at 8am, and everyone was armed for the unexpected bad weather. Yes, Georgia is in a drought, and yes, October is notoriously the driest month of the year in Atlanta, but God decided to test us with a torrential downpour (maybe slight hyperbole, but there was a steady rain all day long) on the first day of the walk. Now, let me paint a picture for you. It's 40-something degrees outside, and the rain is amazingly horizontal. I am dressed in a multitude of layers, including leggings, shorts, a dri-fit shirt, tshirt, windbreaker, and poncho. Did I mention that I have shower caps on over my socks (and duct taped to my ankles) to keep my feet dry? Before opening ceremonies even start, my shoes and gloves are completely soaked.
Opening ceremonies were emotional (and freezing) and I cried my way through them. Jenne Fromm, the national spokeswoman for the Breast Cancer 3Day, is so inspirational, and her words have me wanting to walk, even in this horrendous weather. The crowd is a smorgasbord of women and men, all there for the same reason, all with different stories to contribute to the cause. Hearing the stories gives even more incentive to walk, as if we didn't have reason enough. The ceremony ends, the gates open, and we are on our way, pushing through the rain for a cure.
I walked with my friend Sydney. She and I were, what we thought, appropriately decked out for such weather conditions. We were wrong. Apparently there are entire rain suits (pants and jackets made out of poncho material) for just such occasions. The typical poncho just does not do walking 20 miles in the rain justice. I think the only good thing about them was when a gust of wind blew Syd's poncho up over her head and we got a brief moment of laughter out of it (Sydney did not think it was as funny as I did).
About 10 miles into day one, we finally reached our lunch stop. After walking such a distance, particularly in the rain, one would pay good money to sit indoors, dry off and warm up, while eating her lunch. Sadly, no such lunch situation existed. Instead, we continued to freeze our asses off in the marvelous outdoors while we tried to stomach what I think was an attempt at a chicken sandwich. The highlight of lunch? I finally got to see what the underbelly of a Mac Truck looks like, as I sat underneath one in order to stay "dry" while I ate. Yay!
After lunch the walk continued in a residential area where hills were commonplace and the rain continued in an annoying drizzle. Sydney and I, joined by our friend Jeremy, trekked along, mostly in silence (because we were more focused on the rain and cold than anything else), with the occasional random thought being voiced. It's amazing what pops into your head when you have nothing to do but walk.
My day ended at mile 13 when I could no longer force myself to walk. My kneecaps felt like they were about to explode, and I wasn't going to risk hurting myself badly enough to keep me out of the rest of the walk. Syd and I took a sweep van (they drive along the route picking up people who need a break or can't walk anymore) to the next pit stop, where her dad picked us up and drove us to our hotel. Now, try not to judge me here. Most participants in the 3Day choose to stay in a tent at the campgrounds. I initially had no problem with the tent idea, but Sydney did the walk last year and stayed in the tents and she refused to do it again. So that's why we stayed in a hotel. In the long run, I am eternally grateful that we did so, because due to the rain, the campers spent the first night sleeping in what appeared to be an abandoned office complex. While they were doing that, we were drinking hot chocolate, ordering pizza delivery, and soaking our feet in the hotel's hottub.
Day 2: Cold, but DRY. Thank you Jesus. The previous night I had been icing my knees in the hopes that I would actually be able to walk in the second day. Luckily, I felt much better when I woke up, and I did my best. I got out there, made it to the second pit stop (about 5.5 miles) and had to call it a day. I decided it wasn't worth ruining my knees on day 2 and not being able to walk through the finish line on day 3. I hobbled onto a SAG ("Safety and Gear") Bus where I met some incredible women. Joann, the bus liason who was a volunteer crew member, is a 6 month breast cancer survivor. She'd had a complete mastectomy and was proud to be boobless. Her daughter was walking for her, and she was doing her part by being a crew member. Annita has five sisters and is a survivor, 27 years cancer free. One year after she was diagnosed, so was her younger sister Gail, who now too is cancer free. Their team shirts say "Sisters in Pink." I made my way back to the hotel, two life stories richer, and spent the rest of the day icing my knees.
As a Day 2 sidenote: We started walking at around 8am. If you are walking at a normal pace, you should be able to walk about 20 minute miles, so about 3mph. So if you include time allowed for pit stops, stretching, and lunch, it should take the normal human being about 7 to 8 hours to complete a 20 mile walk, so finishing the day around 3pm, if they start walking at 8am. When I arrived back at camp at 1:30pm because of my knees, there were women finishing. FINISHING. Not a joke. They must have been bionic, because that shit is ridiculous.
Day 3: I woke up feeling refreshed. The sun was shining, my knees weren't throbbing, and the end was in sight. I kept telling myself that I had to complete at least one whole day. And I did.
For any Atlantans, here is the route, so that you can imagine just how far we walked: We began at Chamblee High School (which, as our friend Carrie who went to Chamblee told Sydney, "is a place of champions" and we "would do great") on Chamblee-Dunwoody Rd. From there we walked straight up Peachtree, right into and through Buckhead. We stopped at the Ritz for a bathroom break, and I cannot even tell you how good it felt to actually sit on a toilet seat instead of hovering in a porta-potty. From there we continued down Peachtree until we hit the numbers (i.e. 26th Street) and began the countdown. Sydney had hurt her foot, and my knees were killing me, and each block seemed an eternity away. We passed the High Museum and Colony Square, turned onto 14th Street and made our way into Piedmont Park for lunch, where we sat barefoot in the grass and enjoyed a few moments of bliss as we stretched and wiggled our toes. After lunch, we exited Piedmont Park at 10th Street and made our way back to the traffic of Peachtree, W. Peachtree, and Cenntential Olympic Park Drive. As we reached our final pit stop, we realized that we were just 1 mile away from the finish line (The Georgia World Congress Center). With a new burst of energy, we got back to walking, and as we walked passed CNN Center, I felt like I had truly accomplished something great.
As we walked towards the GWCC, crowds of people had formed, cheering us on, telling us we were almost there. Tears began to well up as a little girl put out her hand to give me a high five and thank me for walking. Suddenly, I no longer felt any pain in my knees. I wanted to walk through that finish line, get my victory tshirt, and put it on proudly. And I did.
So, that's my 3Day story. Right now, I'm sitting here reminiscing about the good and the bad, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I met some incredible people, heard some inspiring and terrifying stories, and completed something difficult that I never thought I could. I'm proud of me, and I hope that you are too.
If you'd like to know more about the Breast Cancer 3Day, visit
http://www.the3day.org.