dark and so very cold, but I was so excited to be there and ready to start walking.
Here we are trying to stay warm!!! It was about 42 degrees outside -- not nearly warm enough for this girl -- especially since I was wearing a running skirt!
Jenne Fromm is this year's 3-Day spokeperson and a cancer survivor.
As you can see, there is some very creative attire at the 3-Day!
The Survivor's Circle at Opening Ceremonies.
JR even put up a pink ribbon for us!
And it was fun to see the "Tammies" again this year!
We found a new friend in Downtown Plano.
Here we are with one of the 20 celebration flags that were passed among the walkers.
By the time we finished, poor Shannon was no longer smiling about blister care.... But, hey! Blisters don't need Chemo!
e wall of hearts where people wrote the names of the loved ones they were walking for.
Suzi & her hearts.
Every team needs a speed demon. Kathy was ours.
Towards the end of Day 1. Still Smiling!
Coming into camp on Day 1.
Amber & I by the Day 1 sign.
Overall, Friday was a tough day. The walking part was easy. But I felt really weighted down by grief. But Mom was definitely there. I had made little foam Tiaras for everyone on our team to wear. They had a picture of her on the front and a scripture on the back. Each of the walkers on our team had one, but unfortunately they weren't as sturdy as I had hoped they would be. They would come untied and fall off or whatever.
As we came through the cheering station in Plano, I had thought a couple of friends were going to be there, but something must have come up. I was kind of down about that. Then, as we started up Alma, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone wearing one of the Tiaras with Mom's picture. "That's my Mom!" But it took a minute for me to put it together since I had no idea who this woman was. She had found it and picked it up. She asked if I wanted it, and I told her I'd like her to keep it.
At lunch, another of the Tiaras showed up on another walker. It was so cool!
We got through Day 1 just great. We managed to convince Nichole to take a few of the shuttles since her baby is due in March. And Amber's knee was hurting quite a bit. I was pretty sure all along I could get through Day 1. It was 2 and 3 I was worried about.
Friday evening I picked up all the cards that ya'll had sent. I loved them all -- it meant so much to read them. I just stood in the line for the medical tent and cried and cried while I waited to get ice for my foot. I cried and cried a lot this year, but it was a good thing.
Friday night was FREEZING. I was so cold in my tent -- my sleeping bag was only rated to 42 degrees, and it got down to 38. YIKES. About 2:30 in the morning, some guy drove by honking and yelling, "I love Boooobieeees!!!" Shortly thereafter, all the people he woke up had to head to the porta potties. At this point, though, toilet paper could still be easily found.
I vowed to find a new sleeping bag....
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