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8 Miles

I "officially" walked 8 miles over the course of the weekend. And in the process, I completed my first two cancer walks! Saturday, Colleen and I walked with my neighbors (and Reagan's classmates parents) for St. Mary's in the American Cancer Societies "Making Strides Against Breast Cancer" walk. It was a gorgeous day in Golden Gate Park, and the 4 miles weren't challenging at all!

Sunday, we threw the girls in the strollers again and headed out to the Strides For Life Colon Cancer walk at Lake Merced. Let's just say that the 4 miles on Sunday were harder on Charlie than on me. She really isn't a fan of being stuck in a stroller while mommy slowly walks 4 miles. So I think I'll have to leave her home in the future. At least until she's a bit older hopefully.

Although, Charlie did have a great time punching the "polyps" in the giant inflatable colon that was at the walk. Never did I think I would hear myself say "Charlie, let's get out of the colon now," or "Girls, come here..Papa wants to take a picture of us in the colon."

I'm so glad I was able to do both walks though. I'm a tiny bit sore today, but it feels good. It feels good to be sore from doing something healthy and fun. It makes me feel normal, and capable.

I can't wait for the next walk!

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