A week ago today was the Komen Race for the Cure (I'm a wee bit behind on my blogging). The Race for the Cure is a cause near and dear to my heart because my grandmother died of breast cancer many moons ago. I have run it the past three years in her honor.
St.Louis competes every year to have the biggest race. I think they probably made their goal this year. I tried to run the 5K with 60,000+ other runners/walkers. It was mostly a lot of dodging, bobbing, weaving, and trying not to fall and break every bone in my body as a stampede of people moved down the streets of St. Louis. I considered giving myself PR props for surviving the race unscathed. Here are a few pics of the race, but you really had to be there to truly appreciate the sheer number of people who were out there, supporting such a worthy cause...saving the ta-tas.
Melinda and I before the race. This was Melinda's first race! Her mom and one of her grandmothers are breast cancer survivors.
The Mighty Kate, Kate's husband Skip, Kate's mom, and one of their friends before the race.
My friend Katie with Melinda....Katie is training to run her first half marathon with me in September!
Holy Moly that's a lot of people! The sea of people you see up ahead of us on that hill extended in the same way behind us....60,000 is A LOT of people!
Crazy guy running in a bear costume...
Katie and I walked down to the Arch after the race. The rising Mississippi is creeping it's way into the city.
The city dyed the fountain pink in honor of the race.
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