This morning I arose at the ungodly hour of 6:20 a.m. to Metro into DC for the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. Or in the case of my group, a slow, ambling walk for the cure. A friend from the preschool had put together a team so I signed up, resignedly set my alarm for 6 a.m., and arrived downtown with thousands of other walkers to raise money for breast cancer research.
Upon arriving in DC, however, we discovered that it would be impossible to keep track of our group because, guess what? There were fifty thousand other people wearing the exact same clothes. (Somehow we managed to stay mostly together through the finish line. Shortly thereafter, we unintentionally splintered into three groups.)
Of the two people we intended to meet at the site, we actually were able to locate one of them. And she arrived bearing swag in the form of green hats and pins with pictures of pink ribbons on them (from McDonald’s). Jack is still wearing the pin. That’s Jack: raising awareness wherever he goes.
Oh, and did I mention that it was hot? The weather forecast called for thunderstorms today, but I didn’t see a cloud literally all day long. Let me tell you, the Metro ride to DC was decidedly less smelly than the Metro ride from DC. Thank God for air conditioning on the train, that’s all I have to say.
All in all, a good morning, a good time with friends, and a good cause.