Friday, April 30, 2010

Pink Pic Friday - @the3day Pink toes on Ft Lauderdale beach.

Pink Pic Friday - @the3day Pink toes on Ft Lauderdale beach.
Originally uploaded by JulieWalks60in3

Layers of sunscreen have been applied so my skin won't resemble the
toes. Plus, there's more than one type of cancer, people. Stay aware,
be protected.

Blessings from sunny Florida!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Pink Pic Friday

Pink Pic Friday
Originally uploaded by JulieWalks60in3

This is my little project of late and much labor of love - revamping
my yard. From my yard to yours as well as from my heart to yours.

We walk because we must. We are strong because the journey demands it.
Together in body and united in spirit, we lay down our footsteps for
this generation and the next. This is our promise: a world without
breast cancer. -The Breast Cancer 3 Day

Keep on trekking,

Friday, April 23, 2010

Pink Pic Friday - @the3day donation letters!

Pink Pic Friday - @the3day donation letters!
Originally uploaded by JulieWalks60in3

It's about time I'm getting these out! Many thanks go to
@leannethewalker for the design inspiration. Oddly enough, this will
be my first year actually sending out letters. I'm really hoping to
step up the fundraising this year. Fingers crossed, and off to the
mailbox I go!

Be blessed! Have a great weekend!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Convenience Factor

Team Two Chicks is walking Tampa Bay, FL this year.  Last year we walked Washington, DC.  As you know from Val's previous post, we met during our personal inaugural walks in Atlanta, GA.

Just so you know, Val lives in NC, and I live in GA.  Obviously Atlanta was the convenient choice for my first walk, and Val has her personal reasons for why Atlanta may have been her most convenient for her first walk, as well.  But DC?  And now Tampa?  You might be thinking, "Two Chicks.  What's up with the constant change in venue?"

I typically joke that if the 3-Day folks are going to be in 15 cities, then I might as well try them all out before deciding on which one I like best.

But here's the thing:  
Walking in a different city each year, and walking in a city that's not's not convenient.  

And then here's the kicker:  
Neither is having Breast Cancer. 

It's not convenient to wait in fear for a diagnosis.
It's not convenient to be faced with the whirlwind of doctor visits.
It's not convenient to have to tell your children and your friends and yourself that something is going really wrong in your body.
It's not convenient to receive treatment and deal with the side effects.  And the list could go on and on, right?  None of it is convenient.  None of it is simple or easy or welcomed.  

The inconvenience of driving to a different city, figuring out where to stay, how to get to the walk, how much it'll cost, who will watch Niblette...that is all peanuts compared to what I'm out there fighting for.  This isn't an inconvenience.  It's a gift!  I am lucky...I am blessed.  

So while others may look at me funny and wonder why I don't do the easy thing and just walk where I live every year, my reply is that we don't all get to choose to do the easy, convenient thing.  And because some people don't have that choice, the least I can do is choose to add a couple minor "inconveniences" to my life to honor theirs.   I am honored to walk, wherever I can, each and every year, until a cure is found.  Because a that would be convenient.

Until next time,

I invite you to throw your hat into the "minor inconvenience" ring.  Please consider skipping your morning coffees for a week, putting spare change into a coin jar, packing a lunch instead of going out...and then make a donation to the Two Chicks.  Donate to Julie   Donate to Val

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Two Chicks, Fo(u)r and from Whince They Came . . .

Julie made mention of coming back to fill in the blanks of how our team came to be at a later date. She has done such a great job so far with pictures and design - told you J, you'd be the one to make it pretty. I thought I'd add my two cents worth or at least my side on how we bumped into each other, literally.

So, some of you may or may not have heard the story of that early Friday morning, standing in the drizzle, before the sun came up of October 4, 2008. Little did we know as thousands of people gathered in the dark, in a parking lot, drawn to lights and a stage like loggerhead turtles crawling to sea what we were about to embark upon. Did I mention it was dark? And starting to drizzle? Gear dropped off, id hanging around our necks, a bunch of random people jumping up and down to crazy music at o'dark thirty and pink everywhere! I am by myself thinking that I must be crazy and hoping that I'd meet someone who is nice but not overly chatty with whom to walk. Standing all by my lonesome staring blankly at unknown faces, I of course start listening to all the conversations around me. Two women started talking behind me, "Oh, are you here by yourself?", "Oh, wow, me too!" and introductions ensue. There went the too chatty thought. Then if that wasn't random enough, they sucked in a third, "Oh, you're by yourself!!", "We are too!!" I'm thinking, I haven't had enough coffee for this and these are the days my mom warned me about. Oh well, she also told me, throw caution to the wind, have fun and go meet some people! Sooooo, I turned around and said,"So, y'all are all by yourselves? Oh, me too." AND the kicker was, we were all first-time walkers. Well, we all introduced ourselves and in the meantime, added a fifth and the original Quint Sisters were born. We stuck together through 60 miles of cold, rain, flooded camp site, office building sleeping, injury stops, blister repair, sunshine, tears, laughter, singing, very few silent moments, a few more blister repairs, and lots of dancing along the way. Julie and I have both said, if it hadn't had been for that first experience in Atlanta with Margaret, Lyn, and Carla, I'm not sure we would have gone back to endure it again. It's true, first impressions are everything!

Atlanta made a footprint on our hearts that will live on for quite some time and we are better women for it. Margaret Moore, the oldest one of us all, walked all 60 miles that weekend. She helped us sing in Sunday morning as the sun came over the tree tops and reminded us all that we are young at heart, mind, and soul. Carla Moore, our cheerleader and turbo-boost. The one who made those hills flatter, the sun brighter, and all those raindrops smaller. She kept us dancing, laughing, and cheering even past those 60 miles. Lyn Tatum, a smile and quiet presence who kept us together physically and mentally. She floated back and forth when we would get separated and start up conversation to check in and make sure we were doing okay. So, that was our Atlanta "team" and how Julie and I met. First-timers and 60 miles down, all five of us vowed to walk again the following year. We emailed back and forth for a little while and December rolled around. As 3-Day walkers know, the end of December is usually when the "special" rate of signing up for another walk the following year goes back up. So the frantic emails go around - whose signing up, where are we going, what are we doing????? In the end, it becomes Lyn, Julie and I signed up for D.C. Lyn eventually made the decision to crew the event which left Julie and I walking. We knew we couldn't just sign up for the walk and share a tent together. We needed to join together as a team!! Little did Julie know what amazing talent I lacked in coming up with viable team names. I say viable because we almost became many sorts of pink footed, tennis walking boob teammates. After many days of deliberating, eventually Two Chicks were born wanting to save second base in a politically correct manner so as to be sold and worn on t-shirts so that others would be proud to say, "Hey, look at my shirt!" thus, Two Chicks Fo(u)r Boobs.

So, as others know me, that's my long-winded story - give or take a few sentences.
Walk on . . .

Friday, April 16, 2010

Pink Pic Friday

Originally uploaded by JulieWalks60in3

I painted this pottery ribbon to track my yearly 3-Day walks. This
image is pulling double-duty as the "face" of Pottery for the Cure on
May 20, 2010.

For more info on Pottery for the Cure, go to my 3-Day page.


Friday, April 9, 2010

Julie- Why I Walk

Meet Niblette (center front)

As we go further along in this here project, it's also quite likely I'll also refer to her as "E".  Four years ago, my life was changed with the arrival of this little breath of heaven.  A lot has happened in four years, but that fact that I have been given the task of raising this little girl, keeping her happy and healthy, teaching her about love and how to explore her faith and the world around's a pretty big task.  

Before Niblette came into my life I had participated in a couple Race for the Cures and I faithfully bought the Breast Cancer postage stamps, but I had never taken any truly bold steps.  I'm not really a "do things on my own" kinda girl when it comes to events like Race for the Cure.  I want to do it with a group, or not do it at all.  But one day...

One day I was folding laundry and listening to the radio and the ad came on for the Atlanta Breast Cancer 3-Day.  And something told me, "You have got to do this."  

So the next day I went online.  And shortly after, I was at a Get Started Meeting.  And at that meeting, I registered for the 2008 Breast Cancer 3-Day in Atlanta, GA. 

I don't have lists of friends or family that I know who are battling, living with, or have lost their lives to breast cancer.  I am so thankful every day that I don't, because I know that there are so many who do.  But I have a daughter.  And I have a mother, and I have myself.  I have friends and family, neighbors and strangers, and we all have one thing in common: for the women in that this country...1 in 8 of us will hear the words, "You have breast cancer."  And each one of those women is one too many.  And why are so many of us as risk?  Because we have breasts.  And because we are aging.  No one is immune.  Not me.  Not my mother.  Not my daughter.

So why do I walk?
I walk so the statistic can go from 1 in 8 to 1 in 800, then 1 in 8,000, then 0. 

I walk to raise money and awareness for an organization committed to not only finding a cure, but also educating and empowering women to take a stand and fight for our bodies.

I walk for Niblette.  For her future, and the future of her friends and children.

I walk because I can.  Because I am able.  Because I cannot stop walking until a cure is found.  

I walk because doing nothing is NOT an option.

Please join me in this epic adventure.  Donate now.  Or sign up to walk the 3-Day yourself.  Or just click to learn how Susan G. Komen for the Cure is working for you.

Be Blessed!  Until next time...

In progress . . .

Welcome to our Two Chicks Fo(u)r Boobs walking blog!! It is in progress as you can see. Julie and I are hitting the pavement once again but we are headed to Tampa Bay this year. Let's hear it for flat and balmy, warm weather! More pictures and more info coming your way in the next few days. Just getting the chick feet wet in this blogging stuff so stay tuned. We're in for another adventure.

Quick little blurb though . . . if you'd like us to add someone to our memory/honor list please send us their name and which list you would like them added. We not only add those names to our blog but to ribbons that are attached to our bags that travel with us during our many hours of training and the actual 3-Day.

Walk on . . .

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