AVON 39: The Walk to End Breast Cancer 2017 BOSTON

Everyone gathered for their own reason. Survivors. Motherless children. Friends. Cancer Patients. Grieving loved ones. Daughters. People who want to help. People who want to heal, but always remember.

A million reasons.

All together working for the same goal.


To help to accelerate breast cancer research; improve access to screening, diagnosis and treatment; and educate people about breast cancer – in the Boston area

What’s the best way to remember someone? To do good in their honor.

To not just sit down and fall apart.

No ones loved ones in the history of the world, wants that for their family when they go.

 Especially in this case, because people are actually changing things. Early detection can change the game. People are working hard towards fighting this disease.

My Nana was a two time breast cancer survivor. I have vivid memories of going to the cancer survivor parties at the hospital.

It ultimately took her life and since she was the matriarch and leader of our gang, it changed the trajectory of the childhood. She was my Dad’s Mum.

I say “Mum” because that’s what he called her. She grew up in London and came to American with my Grandfather who was in the air force. They raised 4 sons here.

You don’t need to be a psychologist to figure out why I find British accents comforting. Bringing back memories of her yelling “Bloody Christ Mark!” (my dad) and me giggling into my hand in the corner. I wasn’t allowed to sass my Dad, but watching Nana do it was endlessly amusing to me as a small child.

I watched him bury a piece of his heart that day. I had never seen my Dad so sad.

Simultaneously, my Mother lost her sister and best friend to Breast Cancer at the age of 40. This was her second sister to pass away during my childhood.

So, we grew up well fed and loved, but we lived in a grief tide.

Can’t really know what to even think of that. I don’t know if I could properly function if Anastasia and Luke were taken from me..

Then my Mom got cancer when she was 45 years. I was 22 years old at the time. You know what is really hard to deal with when you already have a ridiculous mother-daughter relationship? Death.

Yet the story doesn’t end there. The reason it doesn’t end there is because my Mom isn’t dead. She is now a survivor.

All because of the people who spend their lives researching and looking for ways to fight this disease.

We aren’t there yet, but people are getting more time.

Early detection is everything.

Being proactive about your own health.

This year, I had to do it in memory of my #1 lady, and everyone’s lady. No matter how many years pass, I can’t help but feel a pinch in my heart every time I think of her.


For the woman we were robbed of too young. Someone who I aspire to be like everyday. She let you come as you are and loved you for exactly who you were. She encouraged weirdness, singing, games, and was enchanting to small children. She knew how to make everyone feel important.

39 miles so that everyone can have their Nana for a little more time.


Hello 6 am on the

Carsons Beach in BOSTON.

You ready for this? Of course not! Why didn’t we train more?! Ahhh… OH well, here we go!

Time to walk the city of Boston.

It rained all morning and that felt good.


At mile 21 when the bus was looking real appetizing, I got to the rest stop that was held down by my family! Cousins and Aunts that I grew up doing Girl Scouts with.

How funny that growing up I was so worried that people wouldn’t think I was cool cause I was in girl scouts! When in all reality, now looking back as an adult, it was such a wonderful experience I had as a child. Definitely where I learned how fun it is to help others.

Thank you Dawn & company.

I wish I could have taken a pic with all of them, but they were WORKING that stop hard. Tossing out snacks and love at a furious rate. Nice work troop 638. Glad you are still earning badges.

With about two miles to go, my feet started to feel like rocks. It felt like my body was failing me. I dragged those feet up the last hill and over the finish line going about 1 mph.

We made it to the rebook corporate head quarters aka Basecamp at Mile 26.2

Upon sitting down with my team, my body collapsed into the ground. I cursed past Brittany for not training more.

When the ladies said, how about we go head for the showers? I went to stand up and realized my feet were not working. My ankles weren’t bending.

If you watched the show “How I met your Mother” think Barney on the subway after running the NYC marathon. That was me.

I saw some black stars and then thought to myself, “welp this is the part where I puke on my lap.”

Hello dehydration. AKA, Brittany, You are an idiot.

So MAYBE I taught Bikram on Friday night  before we headed into the city for the walk. I thought I could keep up with the hydration. I figured being in the hot yoga room would loosen my muscles for the walk. I was teaching the class, not taking it, so I thought i’d be okay.

I was incorrect.

Flash forward to me crying in a wheel chair being rolled back across the finish line to the med tent. The nurse says, “why are you crying?” I said, “Cause this is pretty embarrassing.”

My entire legs and feet has pooled with lactic acid. This was something that I have never experienced with my body before. I could even lift them up.

So I’m wrapped in my tin foil EMT burrito blanket.

Eating Bananas laying down.

Tell my friends that I’m a fraud. That I preach about the importance of hydration in both my jobs, yet here we are.

My friends took such good care of me. It has been a long time since I had been taken care of. Being a Mom is fantastic, but you are always in charge.

It was all and all a ridiculous scene.

We made teacher jokes about this being “attention seeking behavior” on my part.

“I want to come home”  I sobbed into the phone to my husband irrationally. ” Come get me.”

“Britt you are going to be mad at yourself if you leave. Why don’t you wait a little bit and see how you feel.”

Ugh. He’s right.

Rally time..

Don’t worry, there is always rallying!

I woke up at 4:45am ate like 6 bananas and drank my Nalgene 3x before the walk started up again for Day 2.

Off we went… At a slower pace, but so humbled by the amount of cheering. Kids in neighborhoods handing out candy, water, high fives.

Friends doing lactic hangs with me so I could drain my feet to make it to the end.

This was when Cassie slips in, “well I heard a girl yesterday talking about how she had her friend run the last mile with her. Because it uses a different set of muscles.”

Dead face Britt and Laura, “Not happening Cassie.”


Every mile. Seriously EVERY mile.

Cassie would not allow us to cut any corners! She is our moral compass.

Yet, what a feeling at the end…

All the feels..


When we were walking down the final stretch and I could hear Ben yelling. “Mom! Mom you won!

I could have died happy.




Be part of the cure.




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