I didn’t even know they made that hour anymore. But, apparently they do.
I was up.
Barking at nobody but the darkness around me, but I was up.
Today was the Race for the Cure in Austin, and well…somebody caught me at a weak moment 3 months ago and I said I’d walk it.
I’ve done it several years, but swear every year I ain’t getting up this early again.
But I do. And I will again next year. Cause (all together now) that’s how I roll.
Up and out the door and on the road before 6:15 a.m. I think the only other time I’ve ever done that was…never.
I know it’s for a good cause and all that. Don’t get all preachy on me. But I can give and bitch at the same time. It doesn’t affect the strength of the giving or the love in my heart.
(Whoa. This wine must be taking over. Hang with me.)
There were like a kadillion people walking/running/jogging/pushing strollers/listening to me try to cheat my way to the finish line by cutting corners. Which is a pretty monumental thing to see.
(The kadillion people. Not me cheating.)
(That’s not monumental. I have no shame.)
In the past years when I did the Race for the Cure, it was because I wanted to. For me. To be able to say I did it.
(Selfish? Not really.)
Now…it’s because of this incredibly, seriously fab lady at my work joint. She is such a bright spot. Truly.
I remember hearing about her being diagnosed. I was like, “Whaaaat? No f’ing way.”
We work in totally different areas, so I don’t see her as much as I’d like. But I kept up on the scoop. And see her when I could.
She never lost her smile. Her rays of light. Her twinkle.
But she did lose her hair. All 72 ft of it.
OK. I’m exaggerating. But it was to her waist. More hair than I’ve ever had. Or will ever have.
Her sweetest friend ever told me when she took her to the wig place to get her wig and have it styled, she pulled out a picture.
She said she wanted my hair.
There’s only been 3 times in my life (that I can remember) where I’ve been speechless.
That was all 3 times. Right there.
I still cry a little. Ok. Maybe more than a little when I think about that sweet spirit having my picture in her purse at her most trying time.
I didn’t get to see her today but she was there. With so many people, it was near impossible to actually “find” anyone. But she was there cheering everyone on.
She’s there every year.
And she will be there next year, too.
Here’s her sweetest friend ever, Peggy:
And here’s some more random shots of some I walked with. The pics are all before the bangs went all to shit:
Chrissy, Rick, Diane…then me, Regina and JoAnn.
Not a stitch of makeup on my face. Maybe mascara. I don’t remember. I didn’t care. Cause I was hatin’ a little.
(Sweet mother, it was early.)
Listen to this.
Today was the first time I’d met Regina. I totally misunderstood her name and thought JoAnn said, “This is my friend LADINA.”
So. I called her LaDina. All morning.
Oh, yes I did. To her face and all.
What a jackass. I know.
She was totally laughable about it though. (Thank you, Jesus.)
I’d like to say because it was such a fab morning, I can’t complain about getting up at 4:30 a.m. But, really? Who am I kidding?
I will always be able to complain about getting up at 4:30 a.m. even if it IS for something this incredible.
It’s who I am.
It’s how I roll.
I’ll do it again next year. But I’m wearing the tiara.
Cause these are some of the people who let me.
And I’m gonna have Jeanette one, too. Because I know she’ll be there. Waiting on everyone to cross that finish line. Like she does every year.
With her hair like mine.
Just with way better bangs.