Monday, Oct. 01, 2007
Dear Diary:

It's kind of hard to fit 25,000 people into a picture, but this one gives you a sense of just how many folks showed up for the Jog for the Jugs in Montreal on Sept. 30:

It was a party.

Michelle is clearly loved.Yep. Ten years ago, when this started, a grand total of 200 people showed up in Montreal. It's gone from 200 to 25,000 in a decade. Pretty amazing, eh?

Downtown Montreal was shut down for the better part of a morning.

Some folks motored for people they knew and wore their pictures.

Some of us, through the odd magic of the interwebs, motored for people we've never met.

And made friends with Brocolli.

I would be the person who's not green, for those keeping score.

One of us is a vegetable.  The trick question of course is which one.

It seems odd to describe anything involving cancer as a celebration, but peel away the corporate logos that underwrite the cost of it all, and that's what's at the core of this. It's a celebration of possibility, that one day in the future there will be a generation that doesn't fear breast cancer as mine does.

Pink ladies oh how I adore thee.

Here's hoping that it's my daughter's generation.

--Marn

P.S.--Some of you didn't leave an e-mail address in my comments, so I haven't been able to thank you personally. I want you to know that your donation to this great cause really touched my heart and I'm grateful you've chosen to support this charity.

These Generous Souls recently sponsored me to Run the 2007 Jog for the Jugs In Montreal. Not only are they immortalized in the Bazonga Boosters Hall of Fame, hey, they get to post the shockingly garish graphic below on their web sites. I can feel your envy from here.


Boob oop de doop eh

Steven Winikoff
Jessica B
Purple Chai for her mom Shirl
The Spousal Unit
Lily B.
Ms. Shilly Shallier
Gloria Hill
Anne S. in memory of Susan Davis, a second mother to her
Joe
Brian in memory of his grandma Arlene Noble and aunt Karen Roberts, a 13 year survivor
Bev in honour of her baby's first mammogram.
M.R. Cooper to honour sister-in-law Kaydee Cooper
Nacwolin in honour of her friend, Ruth, a breast cancer survivor
Bluesleepy in honour of her grandmother, Mary Post, a breast cancer survivor
***Dave in honour of his mom, Gloria Hill
Skibigsky in honour of three generations--Bessie Duckett, Neva Shively and Patricia Marshall
Joe
Huntington

Mileage on the Marnometer: 353.59 milesTen percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Half way there

Going Nowhere Collaboration

Goal for 2007: 500 miles


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