These shoes took a special journey this weekend. I wore them on the train as I traveled to Philadelphia and they walked in Day 3 of the Breast Cancer 3-Day. It was cold, it was wet, and by 7am I had planted the left one square into a puddle and soaked through the shoe and two pairs of socks.
They covered my feet through 15 miles from Fairmont Park through the city to the Navy Yards. They were with me when I cried a little at mile three because I couldn't keep up with my team. They were with me at City Hall when I needed a break and took a sweeper van a half mile to the next pit stop to sit and refuel.
These shoes carried me through Chinatown, and down Elfreth's Alley. They were with me as I met Sharon, who was walking in her 5th Breast Cancer 3-Day this year, despite having been laid off from QVC a year ago and still being unemployed.
They carried me to my loyal and proud husband who was cheering me on just before Pit Stop 4. They almost failed me when I tripped and nearly laid out in the street, but Tini caught me, and I forgave them. They stuck with me when I decided to keep walking instead of stopping for a cheesesteak at Pat's or Geno's. They stopped with me to greet cheering teams, to high five, to woo, to wow, and to give "Making a Difference" bracelets to children who were out braving the cold and rain to cheer me on.
These shoes moved slower as we approached lunch. They held feet that were tired and stiff and cold. These shoes found the energy to dance a little as I entered South Philly High to blaring rock 'n' roll to get my lunch. I sat and wanted to take these shoes off. I knew though, that as soon as these shoes were off, I wouldn't want to put them on. I needed these shoes to finish the job.





