I participated in the Walk the Walk America Moonwalk NYC last weekend.
I’m somewhere in that crowd of 1500 women and men walking the streets of NYC during the moonlight hours in our decorated bras. When I made the decision to participate, I kept toying with bustier cover up ideas but my attempts at producing a design worthy of Project Runway fell short. I decided to go bold and be daring and stick to the suggested “bra only” attire realizing that it was not about vanity and everything about the cause. The proceeds from this marathon will help support the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Care Center located in Harlem, New York.
It was the most amazing experience! I challenged myself and I met the challenge, completing a half marathon – 13.1 miles. Even when my legs were feeling a little heavy towards he end, I kept going, strong and confident. I was proud of myself and the months of preparation I endured to get myself physically and mentally ready. Using the Map My Run app, (love it!), it was so easy to stay on point with my training schedule and keep track of my mileage. I walked 136.58 miles prior to the marathon. Wow!
It all started back in April when I asked my friend, Andrea, if she would be interested in walking with me. I didn’t think she would be receptive and was so pleasantly surprised when she agreed to take on the challenge as well. Thank you Andrea! She was just as dedicated as I was and it was so nice to share the training regimen with her.
The actual marathon was the final destination but the journey included so much more; I gained a lot. Seeing things from a walking point of view was new, fresh and exciting. I noticed things on foot that went overlooked driving in my car – whether it be a landscaped garden, a local business or decorative ceramic cats whimsically mounted on a roof of a house – little things that made me do a double take, keeping me in the present moment. I developed a greater love for walking, equally gratifying with company or alone with music pumping from my phone. I gained a deeper appreciation for my community and the surrounding neighborhoods as well. I lost a few too. Although not my intention, I dropped eight pounds as a result of the regimented power walking sessions and went up a notch on my belt.
So now what remains are the remnants from this defining moment in my life.
A metal presented upon completion Olympic style, the official T-shirt with the cutest graphic and, of course, my decorated bra I wore proudly.
Have you challenged yourself lately? Please share.