If you've bumped into me on FB you'll know already what this post is going to be about. Yes yes yes!! I did the Pinkathon! I ran the 5km marathon to raise breast cancer awareness. I wrote about it earlier here when I registered.
I'm really just not good enough a writer to put into words how incredible the experience was. The warmth, the bonhomie, the energy - incredible. Women young and old, women in saris, girls in hot pants, moms with strollers, sisters, daughters, buddies, even a pair of girl-dogs (I presume) in glittery pink collars - all together in a wonderful glorious sea of pink and white.
And then there was The Handsomest Brand Ambassador ever - Milind Soman - who I had the hugest teenage crush on. Still have it! Sigh! He's way way more handsome up close, if that is even possible.
Sigh some more!!!
My dancing-in-public debut happened at the warm up Zumba session. I found myself following the instructor on stage, with gusto, I might add. It helped having a bit of a crazy friend by my side, and that the music was familiar from our Zumba class. Feet were stamped, elbows bumped and eyes were poked. Sorrys flew around and were waved away with smiles.
From 89 years to 18 months - there was a range of participants. I found myself running next to two five year olds egged on by their mom. Each time their steps flagged the mom would say, 'You want that medal, don't you? Come on!!' And they'd double their efforts. Once they sat down by the road but two minutes and a few sips of water and they were up again. Dads, husbands, brothers, friends and sunny-smiled volunteers lined the roads clapping and cheering and clicking pictures.
The run itself was hardly a little over 40 minutes. Before we knew it, we were jogging towards the finish line and we had the medals and were munching on biscuits and sipping hot tea.
Yeah I'm a finisher.
Linking to Mel's # Microblog Mondays at Stirrup Queens.