So, last weekend saw me participate in my 5th Moonwalk, four in London and one in Edinburgh. Anyone who has never heard of the Moonwalk (where have you been?), it is an event held by the charity Walk the Walk to raise money for breast cancer. Walkers participating in The London Moonwalk, choose whether to enter the half moon (13 miles) or the full moon (26.2 miles). We entered the latter!!
To say I wasn’t really prepared for this one is a bit of an understatement. I’ve had problems with one of my feet and have been seeing a podiatrist (kind of a foot doctor) for pains in my foot that have hampered (OK…halted) any training I might have done. Michelle has been moving house so that was her excuse and Elizabeth has had a bad back. We weren’t the best trio of candidates
So fully prepared (not), I took the train to London last Saturday along with Michelle and Elizabeth to stupidly take part in an event consisting of powerwalking 26.2 miles on little or no sleep and even less training.
We arrived in our glorious capital to a not so glorious looking sky and ever increasing winds and ever decreasing temperatures…things were not looking good…
After getting fed and watered (including a sneaky bottle of vino…for the road), we spent the early evening excitedly getting our nights ‘attire’ on. This years London Moonwalk theme was ‘Rockabilly’ and we’d spent weeks getting suitable trimmings and decorating our bras.
Clapham Common played host to the infamous ‘pink tent’ that is ‘Moonwalk City’. We arrived to an already packed marquee, where thousands of women (and men) proudly showed off their ‘boogie woogie’ boobies in amazing flowered, feathered and frilled finery.
We had covered up with jackets to protect our assets from the elements…
But then braved the cold…all Rockabilly’d up
With Victory rolled hair and polka dots galore…
After braving the worst weather London could throw at us, 26.2 miles later, we crossed the finishing line with smiles on our faces and not a blister in sight…
The finishers medal
Every ache, moan and curse (there was a few of those this year!) was worth it. Any pain we endured, any gust of wind that threatened to blow us off Chelsea bridge and any downpour of rain that smudged our mascara and dampened our victory rolls as well as our spirits was all worth it and nothing compared to what a cancer sufferer endures every day during their treatment.
Cancer is a killer that affects everyone of us directly or indirectly and I for one am proud to be able to give just a little bit back through amazing charities such as Walk the Walk.
For further information on Walk the Walk, the events or how you can help, please see here.