On Saturday I participated with my coworkers in the Breast
Cancer walk in Tempe , Arizona .
It was good to visit with coworkers and their families during this walk. It was
a huge event. Thousands participated. After doing a pioneer trek a couple
months ago; walking three miles on paved road in pants was a cinch. Certainly
the walk was for a good cause: to promote awareness of the importance of early
detection of breast cancer through regular check-ups.
My adventure, was trying to get to the starting line... I
had left with plenty of time to get there and maneuver around the closed roads.
Having charted my way to a parking lot from which I could hoof it to the
starting line. I, however, hadn’t accounted for the fact that the lot I had
selected was closed, nor that the street had become the parking lot. I spent a
good forty minutes puttering around with my fellow motorists. I had enough of
this parking lot and drove away from the event and pulled into the first
parking garage I came to. I tightened my shoe laces and began to run. It was time
for the walk to begin and who knows how far away I was. I ran through the midst
of ASU campus; which was ridiculously empty. (This was weird for me as I am
used to BYU campus which is full of people all of the time.) I was grateful the
campus was empty as I really didn’t want an audience as I ran. I came to the
light rail station and ran out of sidewalk. I had a couple options: I could run
along the tracks (not a good option as a train was loading up to pull out at
that time) or cross the tracks and hike up the mountain in front of me and hope
that it does come down on the other side. Obviously I chose to go hiking. I
went up and over the glorified pile of dirt and made it to the starting line.
It was a good little hike which ended up putting me right at the starting line.
Whoo!