Race Day Fiyah!
|Race Day Henna - Fiyah!|
I ran this race last year. Oddly enough, with about a quarter mile to go, I ended up running behind a barefoot runner who was racing in memory of his mother. I was in awe. It was my first real world contact with a live barefoot runner! I hadn't begun my barefoot running journey myself yet and knew very little about it. Seeing this guy finish the race completely bare of shoes was inspiring to say the least. The dude seriously got my waterworks flowing. Ok. If you're snickering at that "waterworks flowing" comment understand that's not the kind of moist I'm talking about here. Ok. The dude had a great body, but I'm talking about tears, people. Yes. I had tears finishing that race. It was overwhelming to think of all the racers who had lost someone, were losing someone, had survived or had loved ones that survived the horror of cancer. I thought about the first time I walked the race with my mother we were walking in memory of my grandmother who had breast cancer. The race can be somewhat emotionally stirring and seeing the dude in bare feet made me tear up. That was one experience of many that planted the seed for where I am today.
So this year I will be running the race to honor my cousin who is currently fighting StageIIIC breast cancer. She was diagnosed last November at the age of 35. A mother of two small children. A beautiful person. Proof that stupid cancer doesn't discriminate. She's fighting a badass fight, though, and hates losing. I have another cousin who is in her late 40s that just went into hospice. She has terminal cervical cancer. After going through my mini drama with my biopsies and all I realize how lucky I am. I dodged the bullet and they took it. That's crap. Cancer is crazy shit, people, and as much as I wish it never existed, it does. So I'm going to run. Its my symbol. The race I run won't cure cancer, but every little bit helps.
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