Sunday, August 09, 2009
A year ago I was so excited to be healthy enough to walk in the race for the cure.
Fast forward a year and this year I was a team captain for my company for the race for the cure. Me! Everyone was asking me questions where to go, what to do. That was something my old self would never, ever have undertaken.
The coolest thing for this year though is my 80 year old mother decided in June she wanted to walk the 1 mile too. She asked me if I thought she could do it. She has PPH, high blood pressure, a benign tumor in her ear canal that has dramatically impacted her balance, she is on oxygen and she is very forgetful. I said sure but was very worried about her getting hurt if she tried. She asked her trainer at the gym and they told her to start walking a little bit and add some distance every week. She faithfully went for a walk every day, walking more every day preparing for the walk.
My dad decided he would walk with her (I was quite relieved at that) so the big day arrived yesterday. As I mentioned she is forgetful so while we are waiting around the pre-designated location for the team picture she did not show up. I called their house and her cell phone but didnít get an answer. My MIL is tall so she stayed there watching for them; I went left and my friend went right. We could not find them. I was worried she wouldnít find me and not be able to walk her mile.
The race started; runners are off first from the front of the line and the rest of us walkers take out. I am looking around for them and finally see them standing on the sidelines just watching everyone go by. She was so cute; she had on a headband with a rose and a pink sweater (yes it was chilly). She was smiling and holding my dadís hand. Theyíve been married 61 years now. I go over and get them and ask them how long they have been there and she said quite awhile. I was sorry she missed the group photo but glad she was there and okay. They joined in on the race but my mom walks slowly so my MIL and I would walk to the turn and wait on the side for them to catch up. We would see them coming down the street, they held hands the entire way and she had a big grin on her face.
Like an idiot I didnít remember my phone has a camera or I could have taken their photo as they came across the finish line. I was very happy she was able to accomplish such a feat. A benefit from her walking is that her blood pressure has dropped quite a bit.
Yes, it is amazing that I was able to do this amazing race again; but this year I was more excited that my mom was able to walk that mile than me.