I just walked 30k in my mother’s shoes. Actually, it was
more like 22k. My own shoes didn’t self-destruct until the 8k mark. I was part
of Kemptville Walks for Mammography on Oct. 5 and things were going along
swimmingly, I was swingin’ my arms and cruisin’ right along. The only part of
me that hurt was my old lady hips. My feet felt great. Then suddenly a mouth
appeared on my fave old Australian Reeboks and I almost fell over and broke my
neck.
I stopped and my walking partner turned to see what was
holdin’ me up. “I have a mouth,” I reported. “On my shoe.” I lifted my foot to
show her the damage. My brain started racing, searching for a solution. Just
then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother’s van approaching. “Mom!” I
looked left and right and then hop-skipped across 44 to where she had pulled
over. I thought maybe I could give her my truck keys and she could run back to
the starting point and get my spare shoes for me. I realized she probably had
better things to do with her Saturday but that’s just the kind of mom she is.
The amazing kind.
“I was just on my way to the gym,” Mom said. “You can have
my shoes!” She wears the same size as me, but the shoes were the rockin’ and
rollin’ style of Skechers that made me feel like I was walking in ski boots. It
only took me a few strides to get used to them and soon I was strolling in what
might be the most comfortable pair of shoes I have ever worn.
And that is how I did the 30k. In my mama’s shoes. Thanks,
Mom. I love you.
The route this year took us through a gorgeous kaleidoscope
of coloured leaves in the Ferguson Forest Centre. I had forgotten those trails
that we walked on elementary school field trips and summer day camp excursions.
What a beautiful slice of nature we have bordering one of the fastest growing
communities in Eastern Ontario . Back out in
civilization, we got some honks and waves and I even picked up a donation from
Steve Cater, who pulled over to cheer us on.
Why do we do these walks for cancer? Yes, it is a symbolic
way to raise awareness about the struggle that each cancer patient is going
through. It is also a personal challenge for many. But the thing I love about
doing the Terry Fox Run or Kemptville Walks is that for those few minutes or
hours, you are forced to be in the moment. You think about the people you have
lost to cancer and the ones who are currently dealing with it in one form or
another.
My favourite part of the walk this year was seeing an old
friend, whom I haven’t spoken to much since high school (outside of Facebook).
Leanne just got her breast cancer diagnosis a couple months ago. She started
her therapy a couple weeks ago. Last week her family of boys shaved their heads
in solidarity with her. Leanne was waiting at the side of the route with her
sister and husband as we rounded the bend. I took note of her beanie hat and
new hoodie, emblazoned with an embroidered pink ribbon and “My Journey to
Wellness” slogan. Well that just made it
real. We had a good hug and I continued on my way. At every pit stop, Leanne
was there in her van and her husband and sister were handing out water bottles.
She smiled her beautiful smile and cracked her jokes and it was just gorgeous
Leanne, without any hair. Thank you, Leanne, for sharing this event with us. I
understand she did Run for the Cure in the rain on Sunday, as well.
I would like to give a shout out to my STAR 975fm morning
show host, Drew Hosick. Drew has been doing a lot of walking this year, in his
own personal fitness campaign. But I know the 30k was a challenge for him, and
he was definitely feeling the pain at the halfway mark. As he approached the
finish line, he felt dizzy and almost fell over at about 26k. Just then Leanne
and her husband showed up, and they offered to walk the rest of the way with
Drew to the finish line. It was a pretty emotional event for all of us who were
watching, waiting and cheering them on. Congratulations to everyone who took
part in the 10k and 30k, and many thanks to all who donated. Over $50,000 has
been raised for Mammography at Kemptville
District Hospital .
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