The Sisterchicks Race for the Cure

Saturday was the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure in Atlanta. For those of you that don’t know, that’s THE breast cancer fund-raising event. My sisterchicks and our mamas did it last year and it was such an amazing experience we decided to make it a yearly event. It’s an awesome way to celebrate Mother’s Day!

This year we did the 1 Mile instead of the 5k. It was definitely a lot shorter–so not as much talking time, but wow, was I exhausted at the end of the day. Of course, it could have been because I had to walk MORE than a mile to get to my car and back.

It’s fun to be with your best friends and their moms. It’s a fun, tight-knit, surprisingly serious event. If I’m going to give time, money and energy to an organization, it’s usually going to be one that is doing something for Jesus. Or at least for kids or hungry people. But let me just say that looking around and seeing the THOUSANDS of people that banned together, that walked together, that made tshirts together and had obviously cried together at one time and hopefully rejoiced, too…well, it makes you proud to be a part of it!

5 of our 6 sisterchicks, along with our mamas, some friends and even some of our baby chickies!

I was very sobered at how many people were wearing pink racing numbers. This meant they were survivors . Not just older women. I saw several moms of little kids sporting the pink numbers. (see our survivor above? #830! Yay, Glenda!)

I thought back to last year and the people we walked for. We walked for new people this year. I wonder if we’ll have to walk for someone else new next year. I pray not. I pray that next year we can write on our backs…

“In Celebration of…LIFE!”

I want to see my sisterchicks grow old with their families. Not battling breast cancer and sickness. This is not what I meant for this post to be about. But as I looked around at all the survivors, I was just struck by their differences. Cancer is not a respecter of persons. But thankfully, neither is God.

Back to the race, after our little 1mile jaunt, we got to hit up the expo where we were inundated with FREE STUFF. We got apples, oranges, bananas, peanut butter, ice cream, bagels, key chains, chapstick, drinks, scarves and even toilet paper! Staci said she felt like she was trick-or-treating!

look at us race!

Becky & Staci have their posts up about the race, too. They got a ton more pictures than I did. Just don’t look at me too closely…did I even fix my hair that day? Sheesh! Oh, and here’s one more pic—of Lydia. She was so excited about our race. “It’s just for girls” she told me.

Lydia wearing her own chickie shirt and her pink ribbon “cape”