Many of the pit stops had a theme. It added to the fun of the day. They all had the same tents set up – medical, beverage and snacks. Very few had shade, unfortunately. We’d come in, hit the port-a-potty line and then stock up on whatever we needed.
At the entrance to the pit stop, there were crew members there to cheer for us and congratulate us for making it that far. One person would be feverishly clicking away on a counter, trying to keep track of us. And a couple of people would be handing out stickers. Most of us put them on the plastic pocket that held our walk credentials. Here we are, hundreds of grown women, standing in line for a sticker like a bunch of toddlers. On day two especially, it was all about the stickers. Silly? Maybe. Juvenile? Probably. But for those who were struggling, the stickers became a real, tangible representation of overcoming the sore feet and screaming quads and the weariness of battle. The stickers recorded our hard won victory, a 22 mile journey we were accomplishing in 3 mile intervals. Another life lesson – celebrate the small victories cause they make you stronger for the bigger battles.
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