I’m training for a marathon. Yes a marathon! Not to run it, but walk it. I’m with a team of friends who I use to work with. So I’ve got to get my butt in gear and train to be able to walk 13 miles. Yes, I said 13….A half marathon I’m told.

I’ve never done this before, so this is a really new experience for me. So far, I can walk 4 miles, before my feet and legs start to hurt. So I’m on the right track. The marathon is in the fall.

I’m doing this for two reasons, 1. To lose weight. I’m still battling that. 2. For three friends who died of cancer, and for two more who have been diagnosed with it.

When I went through my police academy many moons ago, I graduated with 8 other females. We’ve remained close since those days so long ago, when we encouraged each other to get over the fence in record time as our Training Officer called us failures. Since then three of us have died of female related cancers. The fourth has been going through treatment for the past few months. The fifth has been diagnosed just recently with breast cancer.

There is only 3 of us left who are healthy enough to do this. So for them, I’m getting up early and walking. I’m riding my bike at night, when it cools down for endurance. Next week I’ll hit the weights.

I’m not afraid of failing. I’m afraid of cancer.