The Race is not to the Swift ....

Ecclestiastes ix.11.
Gussie here. Reporting on the Phoenix Race for the Cure. More than 41,000 people took part in the 5k walk this morning in Downtown Phoenix. Let me tell you, that is a lot of feet! From a wirey perspective there were all sorts of interesting smells, sights and sounds. If we figure that most of the walkers were of the human persuasion, that means more than 80,000 feet to sniff. Busy Busy! Plus, there was a considerable opportunity to help clean the streets and sidewalks of various crumbs and particles. Mmmm.

The race started early this morning, and since we had already been for AM walkies in the "hood" I was not sure I was up to another 2.5 miles. But, family comes first, and this event means a lot to muzzer, who is now at "6.5 years and counting." Whatever that means.

Here is another photo of what you can expect to see at the Race for the Cure. And then yet another. Even though dogs weren't supposed to come along, we were well representedd. Lots of little dogs, Yorkies and Chi Hua Huas, Daschies and Terriers. Plus some of our bigger relations, like Labs and Goldens. There was even a rescued greyhound. The cutest bunch of doggie participants were a couple of Basset Hounds who were wearing angel wings and halos. Their mom is a survivor too, and she said they were her angels while she went through chemotherapy. Whatever, they sure were cute.

note to Muzzer...Don't even think about doing that to me next year, the hat was bad enough!

It got warmer as the day went on, and it sure was a good thing we had all those frozen water bottles in Muzzer's carry-bag. We saw all sorts of folks walking at all sorts of speeds. Muzzer is not a patient person, so she spent a lot of time "improving our position" with the end result being a time under 50 minutes for our "walk." It may be a walk for her, but she needs to be thankful I'm not one of those yippie yuppie yorkies, or she'd have had more in her carry bag than just frozen bottles. Bet that would've been the only cool spot on Central!

There was lots of different music, and the radio station that carries Dad's homie had their truck out in the middle of the street. Muzzer gives Dad a hard time about this, because he and Mr. Limbaugh were born in the same little town in Southeast Missouri, and the family plots at the little cemetery off the highway are very close to one another. She says it just goes to prove that environment has a lot to do with who you grow up to be, and two native sons couldn't be much farther apart in philosophy and practice. See, I told you they let all kinds of folks do this walk.

Finally, we could see the finish line ahead. Whew. Now only 12 more blocks to the garage where the car is parked on the 6th level. We may have walked down those steps, but I bet we take the elevator back up.

Tired and Happy

Gussie