Sunday, February 10, 2013

Victory Breakfast

This morning I met Kathleen at CW for 6 miles. Bright and early baby! Then it was time for the annual Victory Breakfast for Marathonfest. Last year's breakfast was literally the day after I got out of the hospital. I had to be driven there (boo for no driving) and I was pretty much in a tearful daze the entire 2 hours. I remember just sobbing through most of the stories, thinking I was never going to run again. I was still shell-shocked. This year was tearful but for totally different reasons.
Last year's breakfast. Note the red eyes.

This year, I felt a little numb (story of my life lately). I was given a "Best Comeback" award, which was extremely strange. I had this weird out of body experience as I was walking up to the front. Here were 3 other ladies in front of me. 2 of them weren't familiar to me but the other girl was about my age and had a brain tumor last year. Now she's running Boston for charity and awareness. So I began to feel self-conscious and wondered what everyone was thinking when they looked at me.

I was shaken out of my numbness by the story of one of our fellow runners who lost his battle with cancer last year. His wife delivered an elegant, sweet yet funny story about him which caused me an immense amount of survivor's guilt. Not that what I went through is anywhere similar to the fight he endured but the issue of surviving...why me and not him? Why any of us? Why am I getting so darn deep in this blog entry?? Hm. As we listened to this amazing story, I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Kathleen, who had tears in her eyes too. She simply said at the end of the breakfast, "we're lucky."

Amanda, me, Kathleen (Leah was there too!)
Of course there is no shortage of survivors amongst Track Shack runners. Gloria is a breast cancer survivor who kicks butt on a daily basis. Talk about a tough cookie! As we are heading out to the parking lot she ushers me over to her car and gives me this amazing yoga mat bag she made herself. Brave AND talented! Of course I tell her she doesn't need to give me anything, but she says that I'm an inspiration and she wanted to. The waterworks start again. I'm surrounded by inspiring people. Survivors. Who inspires you? ♥

Contact my girl Gloria for one--I'm in love!

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