"Race" for the Cure

Today I participated in the 5k "Race" for the Cure on the viaduct. I put race in quotes because it's hard for 20,000 people to "race" anywhere, since we really just walked like sheep being lead to pasture. That's not quite the way my Jewish husband put it, but I don't really feel comfortable making jokes about the holocaust. It was a nice day for a walk, so I enjoyed that part, but I don't like being that close to strangers, so it was a bit of a challenge for me. I also could have done without the cheerleaders.

Steven has some lovely pictures of the crowd on his blog. Why is it that Steven's cameraphone pictures are better than pictures I take with a normal camera? But I digress...

Paranoiac that I am, I kept having visions of the viaduct crumbling to its foundation with all of us cancer racers on it. I can't imagine how that thing can still hold cars. I think I'll avoid doing any driving on it in case the big one (or even the teeny tiny one) hits.

After the race I had an interesting conversation with my husband, the final results of which remain to be seen. It's been hard on us with him working so much (literally 20 hour workdays), but I'm sure that things will work out the way they are meant to, whatever that is.