Success of a 39+ mile walk!
Most of you have followed along and donated with my wife and her Walk for Breast Cancer with Avon. Trena and my sister, Diana, were able to complete this walk without any major injuries, lost toe-nails, blisters, or broken limbs. Don’t get me wrong, Trena had to walk around like an old-maid (or rather, walk like me) for a day or two. She ended up taking the Monday after the walk off from work. No rest for the weary though! She had EMT class that Monday night. All and all, I think the ladies really had a blast. They want to walk again next year. I am a little concerned about the donations though! It was rough pestering all of you and all my other friends that avoid this blog for money. Again, THANKS to all of you that did donate! Saturday of the walk, Rebecca, Brooke and myself loaded up the vehicle and drove down to the bowls of Houston. Trying to talk to Trena on the cell while she walked and get directions to there current location was a task I don’t want to repeat. We actually drove around for an hour trying to coordinate where they would be at the same time I would be there. SO… I threw in the towel and asked Trena the question I should of asked months before, “Where does the walk end on Saturday?” Needless to say, we drove to the end and camped out about .25 miles in front of the finish line. I can only imagine the great sites that Trena and Diana were able to see as they walked the streets of Houston. Rice University was the finish line and I felt smart standing just inside the entry gates to the University. (I do admit, I kept thinking someone was going to yell, “HEY mouth breather! What are you doing inside these sacred walls?). This is the entrance (walkers walking toward the camera) of Rice University. I was stationed on a bench of a statue of Old Man Rice. I had my handy zoom lens waiting for Trena and Diana to enter this gate. What I remember most was how truly beautiful the day was. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature was 78. Perfect weather for a perfect ending. I was so proud of both my wife and sister. They set a goal, trained hard, and accomplished it. Trena could try a thousand times to teach our girls about hard work, goals, etc with her words… Nothing spoke to Rebecca and Brooke more than watching their mother walk inside this gate. As soon as the ladies reached us I turned and walked the .25 miles with them! Yippee! I didn’t get any high-fives though..:) When they finished they headed straight to the little yoga tent… Instead of stretching they sat with their feet on a little vibrating pad. Way to go Trena and Diana! I am so proud of you for your strength, for your determination and for the example you gave the girls.