This morning was the Race for the Cure. Due to technical difficulties, I didn’t walk with Team Fabulous. This resulted in me getting up at 5:30 in the morning to make it to Little Rock by the 8 o’clock race time. I am dedicated to saving the boobs. That is all I am going to say.
This is one of my favorite races of the year even though it really isn’t a race. It’s more of a walk a thon. Most of the people who do Race for the Cure have never done any type of race. They don’t understand anything about moving to the left or even thinking about the fact that there are people behind you wanting to go faster. They also don’t read the signs that say “Runners faster than 27 minutes here” and “Joggers here” So that when the race starts everybody is just walking.
But the large amount of support for this cause is inspiring. Along with the actual 45,000 or so registered walkers/runners, there are also tons of people along the race route giving their support. The fire stations all have representatives with their trucks hooping and hollering. This year, one of the fire stations painted a truck pink. There are belly dancers, the UAPB Marching Band, Yogis, politicians, the LR Central Marching band, the news outlets, cheerleaders from tons of schools, country singers, and republicans and democrats on the route to show their support.
AND there are the bikers. These aren’t some “riding club” bikers. These are the real deal and every year they come out in their loud Harleys reving with their pink hair, beads, balloons, and signs about saving Second Base.
It’s a lot of fun.