Not So Wordless Wednesday: Race for the Cure

With my friend Scott who ran for his dear friend Ann.


Balloons released by survivors.


The saddest tribute. This woman hugged my friend Christy and thanked her for raising money for a cure. No one is a stranger on race day.


Part of team Stop the War in My Rack. We're hot. By that I mean we have just raced in two races in the June heat of North Carolina.


A survivor. An inspiration.


Parade of survivors. Notice how young they are.


Ann's Fans, a team in support of my friend Scott's pal.


Men came out in droves to support their loved ones.


Love love loved her hat! Dang, it must have been hot and itchy.


Starting line. More diversity than I ever see in one day. Cancer does not discriminate, cliche but true.


Heartwarming to think of someone's children hammering this sign along the route.


Random neighbors along the route.


This is what 30,000 racers look like.


Meeting Tutugirl for the first time!


The early risers of our team. Thanks to Christy, our team captain (and brains behind the fantabulous team name Stop the War in My Rack)! What an amazing experience.