Hubby working out of town, Chappy full of activities, and just life in general.
Chap had a friend over to spend the night, Charming rolled in late, and we tucked in for the night shortly after.
My alarm clock buzzed at 7am. And I was still sleepy. It was raining just a little, and the skies were extra cloudy.
So I hit the snooze.
It went off again, and I looked at Scott and said "to run or not to run"----he grumbled "you'll be glad you did. Go do it, mom"
So I stayed just another minute, and almost rolled back into my warm, comfy spot, and then I thought
"There's probably a mother, daughter, sister out there that only *wishes* she could get outta bed this morning"
One in 7 women diagnosed with breast cancer.
My mom. Nope.
Best friend. Nope.
My odds aren't good here.
So I got up.
And Raced for the Cure.
With 12,000 people that got outta bed this morning.
For something bigger than themselves.
I'm glad I did.
It's a race that I run each year.
And every year, I'm so glad I went.
It's powerful, in and of itself.