Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk

This is going to be a long entry, so grab a soda and something to munch on, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to consolidate this very well.

This past weekend, I completed the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk. Thanks to many generous donors, I was able to raise almost $3200, while our team raised just under $18,000.

Anyway, I’m going to try and best describe my experience. I’m hoping my writing this just over 24 hours after returning home will mean the memories are still fresh in my mind. As it turns out, I will likely focus on one day per entry. Today, you get Day 1.

Day 1

So, the night before was my last class of the quarter at National Louis, and I didn’t pack prior to class. So this meant I’d be packing once I returned home from class around 9 or 9:30PM. I packed up and forced myself to bed around 11PM, setting my alarm for 3:45AM. I had to be to Claudia’s house by 4:30. Being new to my apartment and neighborhood, I wasn’t sure how long it’d take, so I reserved a cab for 4:20 (no, I did not smoke any pot while waiting).

The cab arrived early, but I didn’t head down until I was ready. 12 minutes later, I arrived at Claudia’s house, 15 minutes early. I waited outside, thinking about the weekend I was about to face.

We made our way up north to Northbrook Court Mall. Claudia’s husband Keith was kind enough to get up early and drive 4 of the 5 of us up there. Luckily, he had a vacation day on Friday, so he was able to drive back home and go immediately back to bed.

Driving into the mall, I was expecting chaos. I am happy to report that everything seemed quite organized, which gave me a good impression that most of the event would follow suit (it did, for the most part).

We filed in for opening ceremonies, making sure to stand near the circular satellite stage because our friend and teammate Angie was participating in the Inner Circle of Survivors. She, along with 7 other women, carried in flags to opening ceremonies reading different things (love, joy, commitment, etc). I lost it when the speaker started reading reasons why people were walking, as people walked out carrying flags for who they were walking for (mother, aunt, daughter, partner, best friend, husband, etc). Additionally, while I knew men were a part of this walk, I was still amazed and emotional when I’d see them. Walking with girlfriends, wives, friends, whoever, it was a pretty moving experience for me.

We got started walking around 7AM, everyone energized and enthused. Cars, vans, and trucks saw us walking and would give out an encouraging honk. “This won’t be so hard,” I thought. Having the encouragement of people driving by, or walking by, or living nearby seemed pretty nice.

We walked throughout many of the north suburbs on Friday, seeing many beautiful houses along Sheridan Rd (which butts up against Lake Michigan).

Around 11AM, it began to rain. It didn’t stop raining before we were finished. It continued to rain well into dinner and throughout the night. This led to less people being out, some dreary conditions, and some wet shoes. Sure, we had rain ponchos, but walking in wet shoes was simply awful. Knowing at 11AM that we had probably 15 more miles to go for the day was simply unbearable. I gave myself two goals for the walk – the first was to finish, the second was to make it through day one without being swept. (Sweeping involved walkers stopping and having a van pick them up and take them to the next pit stop or to the end of the day’s route. Pit stops were usually 3 miles apart from one another).

We had a surprise cheerer at the first cheering station, our friend Jill. I hadn’t expected to see anyone we knew until after lunch, so this was a nice surprise. We stopped and chatted for a bit, but kept going, as the rain was on the verge of showing up.

We skipped past the lunch stop to walk to the next cheering station about a mile away. There, Dawn’s family waited for us with lunch made by Dawn’s mom. Dawn’s nieces had made us all signs. It was great to see them, but at this point, it was raining and we were miserable. I was crabby and just wanted to continue moving. We ate quickly and made our way to the second half of our walk for the day.

The afternoon for me was just brutal. I wasn’t looking forward to the 12ish miles, I was sick of walking down Glenview Road, and the last thing I wanted to do that night was camp and worry about my wet shoes drying. As Dawn, Angie and I were walking (Jen and Claudia were simply too fast for me to keep up with), we talked about our alternative to camping – a hotel. I initially was against the idea, mostly because camping with the other walkers was a part of the experience, and a part I didn’t want to miss. But as I was walking in my wet shoes, hearing the water sop out of them with every step, I decided if anything, I could use the hotel hair dryer to dry them. At that point, I was in.

We eventually made it back to camp, where it took some convincing to Jen and Claudia to join us in the hotel. Technically, they didn’t have to, but we wanted to know everyone was invited. Eventually, they both relented, when we realized we had no idea when the rain would let up (as it had been raining for 7 hours already).

Angie’s husband made the reservations and drove us all to the closest hotel. This is probably the second best decision I made the whole trip. The first one will come in the next entry…