Three days closer...

I did it. I didn't walk every single mile due to the blisters that seem to have taken up permanent residence in place of my right pinky toe, but I did it. I walked tons of miles, I drank tons of gatorade, and I had an amazing and inspiring time. I have quite a few hundred dollars that still needs to be applied to my fundraising account, but I'm still a couple of hundred short. So if you have the ability to donate - I could really use it!! Here's my 3-Day Page. On Friday morning we woke up way too early. We checked out of the hotel, and headed downstairs to head over to opening ceremonies. It was dark, very dark. But there were so many people, and so much pink.

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After some very emotion-packed speeches, survivors paraded out with the flags. Yes, I cried. I cried a lot this weekend.

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We set off in high spirits jam-packed against each other. And then we saw the first bridge. This is the same bridge I showed in yesterday's post - packed with walkers!

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We saw pink poodles.

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We saw every kind of bra imaginable - on people (men too!) and on vehicles!

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We were served lunch by the awesome volunteer crew.

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And we slept in a sea of pink.

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Sometimes we (okay me!) got a little grumpy when we had to wait in long lines doing the pee-pee dance.

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We saw pink people!

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We took our shoes off at lunch time. Be glad you can't smell this picture! And be glad you don't have my blisters or my road rash!

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We saw amazing views - the bay area is so lovely!

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And we all walked the last mile together!

The entire weekend was a "you had to be there" kind of experience. So much love, hope, and strength in one place. It was an honor to behold. It really was a once in a lifetime sort of thing. Unless I'm crazy enough to do it again.