“Real men wear pink.”
That’s how the saying goes, but if you’ve ever met Mikey, he’s just not the kind of guy who can pull off the color pink. Any guy who has the confidence to wear it, more power to him.
However, there is one day out of the year when wearing pink puts the power in all of us, whether you’re a guy, a girl, old, young, gay, straight or a mish-mash of all those things. It’s called the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, an annual run/walk in the fight against breast cancer. The race and the Komen organization is synonymous with the color pink. And if you’ve ever participated in the St. Louis race, you’ll see it splashed across town. People in pink, street signs in pink, fountains in pink.
This year’s race took place this past Saturday in downtown St. Louis. Other large markets around the country hold an annual Komen run/walk as well, but from what I’ve heard, St. Louis is one of — if not, the — biggest. Fifty thousand walkers, including my family, took to the streets on Saturday and walked in support of breast cancer survivors and in memory of those lost to it.
The race isn’t just a morning of exercise and fun for my family though. It’s something that’s very near and dear to our hearts, considering my mom has now survived breast cancer — not once, not twice, but THREE times! In fact, her most recent diagnosis happened earlier this year, and she just wrapped up radiation treatments less than a month ago. All while keeping a smile on her face and her faith in God. She’s a survivor in every sense of the word. And the Komen race is a perfect opportunity to celebrate her life.
Of course, an event as touching as this one deserves some photographic keepsakes.