Tickled Pink

  Before we even arrived in Denver, sister Margaret had asked if Hubby Bryan and I would be interested in doing the Race for the Cure.

I knew Race for the Cure was the big Susan G. Komen fundraising event for breast cancer, but that’s about all I knew. I said we’d certainly be willing to walk for such a good cause. http://www.komendenver.org

So, on Sunday morning, Oct. 3, Margaret, Don, Bryan and I took the light rail down to the Pepsi Center in downtown Denver. Even on the train, I felt out of place because everybody was wearing pink — the Race for the Cure’s signature color. If I had only known, I would have at least packed a pink shirt.

I have to admit we were a bit late getting there, but managed to join the procession of people mid-walk. It was an amazing sight as thousands of people came pouring over the highway bridge toward us as they finished their part of the Race for the Cure.

The media reported there were more than 50,000 people there. I believe it.

In fact, it was a bit overwhelming. All around us were people walking for those they loved, often sporting team names on their shirts, like “The Rack Pack” or slogans such as “I won the war in my rack.” There were even two people — a guy and a girl — wearing breast costumes. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough to get a picture of their ensembles — you’ll have to take my word that they were a sight to behold.

The train leaving the Pepsi Center was a bit more crowded than it was for our arrival. This time, it was filled with a sea of pink-clad walkers of all ages, all still excited to be part of such an amazing event.

And on the way back, even I had a bit of pink on my person— I bought a pair of socks with a pink ribbon on the cuff.