Miles to Maine: Boobs, sweat and tears.
Organized by: Kacie Herrick
If you're arriving at this site, then there's not much else to say. You're here because you want to be part of another breast cancer survivor's life and encourage her in any way you're capable. If you're here, it doesn't matter what amount you contribute because this truly is about the thought that counts.
Please take a moment to learn about a good friend of mine who is defying the challenges of breast cancer that influence too many in our world today.
This story is about a girl who stole my heart from day one. I take that back. Actually, the first day at a new job, as she reports now, she considered risking her position there so she could take a good swing at her co-worker (me!). After many years of knowing each other and learning to indulge in my many quirks, I can say that she is one of my favorite people here on planet earth. I won’t overwhelm you with all of the anecdotes of our friendship and sisterhood, but I could proceed with them endlessly. Our experiences range from more organized fun with road trips and appropriate laughter to some unorganized fun and inappropriate laughter after putting Visine in an old boyfriend’s OJ to see what happens. Okay…so we all know what happens, but it seemed like the perfect storm and helped me find humor in a dark situation. I tell this story because that is a typical response for this friend: finding the silver lining in every event, standing tall with style and having a good laugh through it all.
My heart was deeply saddened the day she told me she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I didn’t feel badly for her, because she’s not someone who will allow anyone to feel that way. Instead, my heart sunk with the thought that someone so generous and bold in this world could be attacked with such a circumstance. Amidst my blubbering and fear, this friend of mine sat back and calmly told me that she was going to be okay and it was simply another chapter in her life. She handled the news with the grace and strength that I dream of demonstrating on a bad day at the office.
With thousands of miles between us now as she conquers a chapter that I can’t conceive, I’ve searched for a way to show her how deeply my love runs for her and how much I respect the way she is kicking this cancer in the rear. This November, I will return to the Philadelphia Marathon, without her by my side this time, but in her honor. I am dedicating each training mile over the next 24 weeks to this beautiful lady, so she can continue recovery and conclude this chapter with her usual elegance. Alongside a number of businesses who have agreed to support this dynamic duo, I will donate dollars along the way as well. If you wish to sponsor miles, send words of encouragement, or send any suggestions of how we can support her, please jump in. The point of this is not necessarily to raise an abundance of funds, although it would be helpful, but to crowd around her, to show her she’s loved as well as give her the respect she deserves while handling such a challenge. Some businesses and indiviuals will not be posting on crowdrise, so I will be sure to update you along the way with the progress toward our goal.