It’s been an action-packed weekend! I’ve reached a new pinnacle of tired-but-happy, and a new understanding of the word “amazing”.
Friday night we went to a Jonathan Coulton show, and had a terrific time. He had a great opening band, Paul and Storm, whom we enjoyed just about as much as we did JoCo himself. It was at a bigger venue this time, so we weren’t all crammed together, yet it was still intimate enough to interact with the musicians during and after the show””excellent!
Saturday was a mixed bag. It started off happily enough, with visits to the farmer’s market, my favorite antique shop, the library and the grocery store. On the way home, I had just barely announced my intention to NOT take a walk that day, so I didn’t tire or injure myself before the big event on Sunday, when the car conked out on us. Just plain choked and died as we chugged up Fremont hill. Great. We were not terribly far from home, but we weren’t close, either””not nearly close enough, considering the trunk full of groceries. To compound the issue, neither of us had brought along our cell phone””d’oh! Luckily, however, we were about three blocks from Modhran’s sister’s house, so I got a little walk in after all. (It may have been a mere three blocks, but the first one was on a San Francisco-worthy hill, so it was a bit of a haul.) The tow truck came for us within 20 minutes and took us to the service station near our house, where I got another little walk in fetching my car to offload our bags and bring them home. The whole thing delayed us about an hour, but everyone and everything survived (even the ice cream), so no real harm done. But you won’t catch either of us going anywhere without our phones again, that’s for sure!
Today was the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, and I doubt I can do it justice. It was amazing. I heard attendance estimates in the range of 45,000-48,000; it was just a sea of people in all directions. It was a wonderful, celebratory, determined atmosphere; I had to stop reading people’s tribute signs, because I was tearing up so much. We had perfect weather””cool, but not chilly, and mostly overcast, so we didn’t bake in the sun. Of course, I was a big dork and forgot to take my camera, but several people in our group were taking pictures, so I should have some to post in the next few days.
There were bands and cheering squads stationed all along the route to keep our spirits up. It was surprising how fast and easily the walk went””there was so much going on, I just didn’t notice the miles passing. Here’s one measure of the magnitude of the event: after our group finished, I went and wandered among the vendors for a bit, ate a banana (smart planning on the organizers’ part!) and a yogurt, and then jumped on the train for home. As the Max passed over the Steel Bridge, I looked down, and the street was still full of people finishing the walk!
I’m tired now, of course, and fighting leg and foot cramps, but I’m profoundly happy. This was a milestone for me. Aches and pains aside, I feel absolutely wonderful. I think it’s a pretty safe bet I’ll do the Komen walk again. Much gratitude goes to my sponsors, Ramona, Carter, Max, and Andrine, for their encouragement and support””I was thinking of you all today, and all the friends and family members in whose names you donated. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.