In my first blog post, I said I would tell you more about myself. So, in case you’re curious about how I ended up being the 2014 Race Chair, here goes.
I joined the Race Committee eight years ago as a volunteer on Ann Brown’s Pasta Party committee. Ann was my boss at work, but that didn’t stop her from telling me what to do outside of work sometimes, too! Errin Dean was Race Chair that year, and I was really touched by the story of her involvement with Komen.
Two years later, I found myself heading up the Pasta Party committee. Despite the fact that Ann, my mentor at work and in Komen volunteering, became Race Chair, it never occurred to me that I one day would. I loved the Pasta Party. And it became a family affair for us. Days before the event, my parents swooped into town. My Dad didn’t leave my side for two days, helping with anything I needed. He’s really the best assistant ever. And, I couldn’t have been doing Pasta Party work for two straight days if my Momma hadn’t been willing to keep my babies the entire time. Two different years, there were 6 and 8 week old babies with whom to contend. On Pasta Party day, my husband left his incredibly busy work to be my second assistant until well after the party ended. My efforts would not have been possible, and certainly not continued through the years, if it weren’t for these three people. And, as you can see in this photo of my parents right after the Race one year, I wasn’t always easy on them.
I am not a breast cancer survivor. My grandmother was, prior to passing away from other causes. Another woman who taught me a few things (whether she knows it or not), is a survivor. Jo Ann Anderson has absolutely the best attitude, about life and tennis playing, that a person could have. She taught me that you can have fun playing even if you lose on the court. And, that you can speak your mind but still be a caring person. She’s simply good stuff. And a person I’ll always admire. I do this for them. And because I hope that, before my daughter needs to do self breast checks, there will be a cure. And in hopes that my sisters and I are not faced with the battle Errin Dean fought alongside her sister. I do not imagine I would have the strength and grace she displays when sharing her story.
I’m still convinced Ellen Kreth called the wrong number when she asked me if I would be willing to serve as Race Chair. But I’m SO thankful she did! It has been quite a ride so far, and I am having trouble believing we are something like 54 days away from the 2014 Race for the Cure. I hope to see you all there on October 4, to celebrate the women who have survived, those who lost their fight, and those whose future fight might affect us. We must continue to MOVE. BE MOVED, and keep working toward a cure!
Wear your invisible crown today (or your real one)! You’re all princesses to me!
Ashley – 2014 Race Chair