Tomorrow is the day for pink power, for warm fuzzies, hugs and tears. For the sound of over 45,000 pairs of female feet pounding the pavement through downtown LR and NLR. High school bands will play and firemen will strip. The yoga studios will set up shop in their parking lot while the belly dancers shake, shake, giggle. Bad-ass motorcycle clubs and smokin’ hot drum dudes will spice it up along Broadway. And I’ll be there, in the middle of the energy and the love. It’s my favorite thing to do at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning in October.
This will be my sixth Race for the Cure, and my fourth to do with the kiddo. I started walking with a group from my Bath and Body Works days, waddled when I was eight months pregnant, strolled with the baby when he was 10 months old, and have carried him on my shoulders or in my arms for the past three years.
We walk with my cousin Becca’s team the Zephyrs. No, we are not called that for our speediness…it’s her soccer team’s name. It has morphed from a group of 10 people to almost 25 this year. I love these ladies! We meet up for breakfast snacks before the race and have begun to meet up after for brunch after. Becca designs our awesome team shirts and this year’s is the best one yet. Can’t wait to show it off.
I really do just eat up the energy of the morning. It’s all for an important cause and inspiring to watch.
Here’s some pics from years past (I can’t find any from the BBW years, but I’m still looking):

Zephyrs circa 2007

Tara, Becca and the babies in utero...this year they will stroll with us!

Breean hoisting the kiddo around.

Zephyrs circa 2008

This year's shirt front

The back of this year's shirt