They say better late than never, so here's a brief recap of my first 3-day experience:
Day one was exciting. Everything was new. Everyone was on an emotional high. It was cold, but that didn't matter. I remember looking forward to that first cheering station, and they didn't disappoint. Mom and me put one foot in front of the other and finished the day proud.
Day two was a challenge. Sleeping inside the Philly Convention Center (because of the poor weather) was warm, but not quiet. I didn't get much sleep even though I was tired. Regardless, I got through day two because I had supporters who came out and cheered me on!
Day three was fun. Yes, I was hurting. Yes, I was tired of walking. But you couldn't help to not feel the anticipation building for that finish line. Although the 3,000 plus walkers and crew finished at different times, it almost felt like we all did so together. We were a family with a bond stronger than I knew possible. I crossed the finish line with tears in my eyes and flash backs of the last seven months....the training, the people we've lost, the generosity of strangers, friends and family alike who donated to the cause on my behalf... it all came flooding back.
We did it and I will never forget it. With a little one arriving any day now (ahhh!!!), I decided not to join the 2011 walk, but Mom and I are already committed for 2012 in DC. Who's with me?!