Now that I’ve slept for about 14 hours and have a clear head, I wanted to share some thoughts on Relay for Life.
First, the selfish stuff about my 24-hour walk. Final tally is actually about 50 miles. We recounted my beads (lap counters) and I had 148, and I didn’t collect beads for the walk from the campsite to closing ceremonies, the ceremonial last lap, or the walk back to the campsite, which amounts to 2 more laps. I want to point out that this wasn’t 24 hours with no rest. After the first 10 hours, I had to stop every hour or so to rest briefly and massage my feet and calves and try to stretch.
However, the more important reason why I finished was the support and encouragement. The organizers made sure everyone knew I was going for 24 hours. Nearly every lap someone shouted my name or clapped or otherwise urged me on. Especially in the early morning, that was huge. Andy Douglas and Craig Olson walked many laps with me — the discussion helped take my mind off sore legs and feet. My son Joshua walked more than 10 miles with me (he’s 9!!!). Connie Page paid for my chair massage (which was a godsend!), and she and Tammie Morrell (the event chair) were my biggest cheerleaders and kept me supplied with hugs and laughter throughout. Deb Foster and her family kept me company and cheered all through the night — one of my favorite cheers being the truck PA announcement near the end of the event. The limo driver whose name I don’t know who would shout something about an ungodly amount of time or laps I had left — every single lap — keeping me smiling. Many others as well, Brian Foster, Sue Bergin, Charlotte, Mary, and all the other people who knew my name, but I failed to catch or remember theirs — I remember their faces and their words of encouragement. The shouts of “Go Chris!” and “Keep going!” at 4 something in the morning helped more than they will ever know. The standing ovation at the closing ceremonies was the icing, and elicited the expected tears.
Our relay raised nearly $40K and more than doubled last year’s event, and this was with fewer people and teams. Limping one final time around the course for the final lap felt really good (emotionally).
I don’t know if I’ll ever try to do 24 hours again, but I hope my effort inspires other survivors to fight hard and live life to the fullest! I will certainly return to the Milan Relay for Life. I met so many wonderful and kind people from my community working in concert for a cause that is important to me.