
In May, I will be celebrating my 40th birthday. Seems strange, never thought I would be THAT old, but I am. I have made a few decisions on how I will celebrate this year. #1 get in shape ~ by loosing some weight and giving myself challenge's along the way. Olivia brought to our attention (Steve and I) a 5k event for her school on May 14th and she has been training for that. Justin and I are also going to participate with her.
I used to run cross country (2 Miles) in Junior High ~ that was only about 25 years. In my mind I am still in shape, then reality hits me several times throughout the day. Waking up, sore muscles, and sweat - lots of it, but inside I feel GREAT! A friend once shared in her Relief Society lesson that she "Love's her tennis shoes." I didn't understand it then, but am beginning too.
Each year in Arizona right about this time, they start advertising about the Susan G. Komen 3-day, 60 mile walk to raise money for breast cancer. Every year, I would think, "I would like to do that." This year I am. In honor of a very special lady, Margaret DeWitt Harris.
She is my Grandma's OLDER sister. You wouldn't know it though if you saw the two standing side by side, they look like twins just about. Aunt Marg had this wonderful laugh, you could pick her out in a crowd from it. Her laugh wasn't at all boisterous, just familiar. She was friendly, loveable and was always upbeat. She also had breast cancer and chose to have a mastectomy. In July 2004, she passed away. I miss her. I miss her laugh.
In 1988, I was going to college out by her and had the opportunity to go out for a visit. Uncle Delbert and Aunt Marg also had a horse. I got to ride the horse. I have ridden horse's before, but never one like this. I swear, as soon as Uncle Delbert was out of sight, the horse knew it. He would run and then suddenly stop, causing me to almost topple over his head. He would try to bite me. He never bucked though. This seemed to go on FOREVER! I finally managed to get off his back and over the fence and walked back to the house. The horse was content just to walk beside me on the other side of the fence. Fine with me ~ I had enough. I passed Uncle Delbert along the way, he asked what had happened and I shared. He chuckled, so did Aunt Marg. Eventually, I did too. She was a great Aunt and I miss her.
For the 40th year of my life, I am taking a walk in Arizona for Aunt Marg and for me. I look forward to the journey.