Sunday morning I awoke at about 4:30 a.m. and looked out our bedroom window to see the windiest, rainiest and darkest sky that you could imagine for a six-mile walk.  I immediately rolled over to hide my eyes from this vision as thoughts of the misery ahead of me danced in my brain.  Two hours later I re-awoke and hesitantly turned my head to look once again at the perfect storm and was delighted to see the birds from Cinderella singing from the branches of still trees as they basked in the blue-sky sun.  Everything was going to be satisfactual. 

It took us two hours to make the thirty-minute journey to Central Park and once we were there I was confronted with one of my biggest peeves- hoards of people.  It was just at that moment as I was letting my anger begin to collect that my brother, who must have felt the same thing, turned to me and said, “This is one time that I can’t be mad that there are so many people.”  Wow, he was right and it’s amazing how hearing those words changed my attitude in a snap.  After we merrily made our way through the confusion we were funneled into the walk route and it was all just floating down river from there. 

One of the most exciting moments of the day was when we were led out of the park and into the street and we could really see how many people were walking.  It felt good to be a part of something so big and so positive.  We saw every kind of person you can imagine even some with leg braces who had to struggle to keep the pace.  It was a day of perspective.

All the stuff that V said is true.  What she failed to mention was the strange MAC phenomena of the team separating and coming back together again.  Maybe it was just me, but it was fascinating how when the walk started everyone was together and within 15 minutes the team had broken up into little groups.  I had just assumed that the team would be separated for the rest of the walk but somehow, near the end of the walk, the small groups congealed into a team again.  This happened again after the race when we were walking to brunch.  Everyone left at separate times but by the time we reached the restaurant everyone was back together again.  That is my story of the walk.