"When I'm really into a novel, I'm seeing the world differently during that time-- not just for an hour or so in the day when I get to read. I'm actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism." - Colin Firth
I was born three weeks early, so I spent the first three weeks of my life sleeping pretty much 24/7. This made it difficult for my parents to feed me, so they resorted to lightly flicking my toes to wake me up, upon which I would glare at them and immediately fall back to sleep. Hopefully they managed to squirt a few drops of milk from the bottle into my mouth before that happened.
This morning, I was woken up by my dad flicking my toes to make me get up for the Susan G. Komen Race For The Cure. (The irony lies in the fact that I still have yet to eat anything today.) My number was 23497, so there were at least that many people participating in the various events taking place this morning. The competitive people started at 7, and we ran in the Recreational 5K at 8:45. It was so much fun, and very inspiring to see so many people with "In Celebration Of" tags pinned to their backs. Sure, there were some "In Memory Of"'s too, but...
This race was shorter than the Krispey Kreme Challenge, had less people getting sick, and was in much better weather. (And there were sprinklers to run through!) For someone who claims to hate running (I don't-- I just hate the idea of running. Actual running with loads of people on all sides I enjoy), I had a great time.
I did many things with the intent of curing breast cancer today. I Got Out of Bed for the cure. I Rode A Bus for the cure. I Stood In The Middle of A Road For Half An Hour for the cure. I Listened To A Diana Wynne Jones Audio Book (Witch Week) while I was running for the cure.