Mile 1 — because I can. My body is able and it may not always be.
Miles 2 thru 4 — for each of my legs and each of my feet that will carry me through.
Mile 5 — for Babe.
Mile 6 — for Biggest Baby Boy.
Mile 7 — for Middle Man.
Mile 8 — for Princess A.
Mile 9 — for Princess B.
Mile 10 — for my size C’s. They were too big in middle school. Too small for a job at Hooters. Just right to feed all four of my children.
Mile 11 — someday Princess A will have them and I don’t want them to hurt her.
Mile 12 — someday Princess B will have them and I don’t want them to hurt her.
Mile 13 — for my Grandmother. Her able body is aging, she’s lived through war, birthed four children, buried two, lost her love.. and yet still tells us every Thanksgiving that we should get drunk and be somebody while playing poker.
Mile 14 — for my Mom. More than my luggage.
Mile 15 — for my mother-in-law. She almost moved to New Jersey once upon a time and if I think about that for longer then ten seconds my hands start to sweat and I have to take a deep breath. She stayed, so Babe stayed and so is the rest of my life.
Mile 16 — for my Sister. The one I look like. She’s walking with me and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather tackle this with.
Mile 17 — for my other Sister. We share nothing and everything all in the same breath. Maybe next year she’ll do it with us.
Mile 18 — for my other Sister so that this may never be something she has to learn to deal with. She’s had enough of those things.
Mile 19 and 20 — for my brothers.
Mile 21 and 22 — for my sister-in-law and my niece.
Mile 23 — for Bob who’s already walked the walk.
Miles 24 thru 26 — for the three women I’ve known personally that fought this evil and WON!
Miles 27 thru 30 — for my favorite ladies.
Miles 31 thru 35 — for the baby girls of my favorite ladies.
Miles 36 thru 40 — for my college crew.
Miles 41 thru 44 — for their baby girls too.
Miles 45 thru 48 — for the hood.
Mile 49 — for the friend of a friend that I sat next to at dinner that one night. At a loss of words for her beauty, her battle, and the story about potty training her twin toddlers. It took her away from them and their big sister way too soon.
Mile 50 — for the student I had that lost her mother when she was a junior. Her eyes never lit up the same way.
Mile 51 — for my future daughter-in-laws.
Mile 52 — for my future granddaughters.
Mile 53 — because completing the walk is on my bucket list and right now just feels like the right time to do it.
Mile 54 — because I like a challenge.
Mile 55 — because even more than challenges I like accomplishments.
Mile 56 — because I want to do more than just donate money this time.
Mile 57 — for the fundraising party we will have.
Mile 58 — for the calories burned, muscles toned, steps taken, miles logged.
Mile 59 — because I am a wife, mother, daughter, granddaughter, sister, aunt, and best friend.
Mile 60 — for you.
You pick what mile 60 means.
You pick what mile 60 is for.
You pick who mile 60 is in honor of.
You pick who mile 60 is in memory of.
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