We're walking the Komen 3-Day
We are walking 60 miles in three days this November. Emily walked in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day in 2012 and she’s ready to go again! She
conned recruited Laura, Rachel, and Linda into joining her and her blisters this time around.
Why we are walking
We walk for our family, friends, and loved ones. We walk to celebrate our own health. We walk to raise funds for support of breast cancer care and research. We’re doing it pin-up girl style, as a fun tribute to our breasts, may they be big or small, flesh or silicone.
Where we are walking
We will be walking through San Diego, California. Our homes are in Illinois and Oregon, so we’re thrilled to meet on the sunny beaches and beautiful avenues of San Diego. We’re walking as the Bazooka Bettys, in fun tribute to our family’s military history and San Diego’s military bases.
Countdown to our San Diego 3-Day
Laura is the smart-in-disguise blond of our group. Don’t let hair color fool you…she’s a whip-smart AP Calculus teacher, ovarian-cancer survivor, and community cheerleader. Her sense of humor casts her as the Lucy to her husband’s Desi. That humor helps them keep up with an energetic young son most days.
Emily is our single and sassy one. The rest of us are secretly jealous of her ability to jump in a car or plane at a moment’s notice, without considering diaper bags, sweaty teenage boys, or other assorted stresses. She’s also the sweetest, making sure her loved ones are cared for and supported through life’s ups and downs.
Linda is the charming, outgoing youngster of our group. Her Bazooka Betty character is a private, but Linda manages a busy home and job with the skill of a four-star general. She has a husband, two sons, and a village of friends and family, near and far, who will be cheering her along on her sixty miles.
Rachel is the oldest and possibly bossiest of this team. She’s a mom, sister, daughter, CIO, breast-cancer survivor, and funny-looking runner—a little bit country and a little bit rock-and-roll. Case in point? She codes the web at lightning speeds, but still likes the word jogger, much to the horror of her teenage sons.