Friday, February 26, 2010

It's 4 o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep

My eyes pop open and I feel a rush of adrenaline. My heart feels like its in overdrive, and the nerve endings from my head to my fingertips are on high alert. I look at the clock and realize it is 4 in the morning and try to force myself back to sleep to no avail.

I think about my listing in Greenbrae. A beautiful home that just won't sell, no matter what I try. I think about the owners who put their faith in me and try and imagine the one thing that could make a difference and sell this home. I think about business. I think about meetings. I think and think and think and worry. It's 4 in the morning. That is what you do at 4, worry.

I had thought that I would get a good night sleep. Yesterday, I had a 16 mile walk after all, not that I meant to... but I did.

I started out the morning at an office meeting, then headed back to the office. After crossing off the list of phone calls I needed to make, I made my escape. The plan was to do a repeat of last weeks walk from the city, after taking the ferry from Sausalito, but add a couple of miles to this by parking further away. I parked my car on Harbor Drive, and started off.

The phone rang with not one, not two , not three but four time, each important phone calls. My walking pace was decidedly slower as I walked and talked. When I finally finished with the phone calls I looked at my watch, I was going to miss the ferry. I walked faster, but figured it would be wasted effort to run, I was at least 5 mins. behind. But as the Ferry dock came into view I could see the boat still tied up there, so I ran.

When I could see the gangplank to the boat I saw the lines had been tossed aside and the ferry was heading merrily on its way. Time for an adjustment of itinerary.

My goal was to walk 12 miles. I figured maybe I could walk to the Sports Basement at Crissy Field and back and stop at Murray Circle for lunch at Cavallo Point. I wiped the sweat from my brow and headed off on my Plan B walk.

Last week as I walked, I was glad to have my jacket, vest and turtleneck on. Today, with no jacket I was wishing I had a lighter weight layer. The sky was touched with wisps of white clouds. The air was warm. I could feel I had gotten strong as the climb up Alexander Avenue had gotten easier for me than the last time I walked here.

When I got to Cavallo Point I got a table on the front deck at Murray Circle. At first I chose to face out to the Bay, sitting on the cushioned lined bench, but quickly reversed my direction to stare at the wall. The sun was so bright, and it shone directly in my eyes. I was decidedly over dressed. I looked at the other diners on the deck and saw several with beads of sweat on their foreheads. This is February?

The waiter brought out a Parker house roll and a pad of butter, which soon became a pool of melted butter. I ordered a wood grilled flatbread with broccoli rabe, basil, lemon oil, shaved parmesan cheese and chili. It was the perfect meal for a walk.

I heard the man at the table next to me yell out "Hey McConnell! What are you doing on this beautiful day?" The fellow walking up and into to the building nodded, but didn't respond. He wore a causal suit and had a backpack slung over one arm of his shoulder and walked with a light jaunt. Then I listened to the conversation at the next door table. "Who was that?" the woman asked. "Doug McConnell, from a TV show called Bay Are Backroads". Aha... he was right, that is exactly who that was.
Leaving the lodge, I walked onward to the bridge. On the way I passed the coast guard station. At the dock a Coast Guard ship had just come in along with a SF police boat. On shore the "Coasties" and their dog stood watching. One asked the others "you want to go down there?" "Naw" the other responded. There was a group of people on the dock and I watched as several of the people donned white suits and put on face masks. A firetruck from Southern Marin Fire District drove up to join the one from another jurisdiction. As one driver got out he nodded to me. I was wondering what could be happening here, it wasn't until I told Glenn the story that it became clear. "It was a floater" Glenn said. "Probably had been in the water a long time."
In 2008, 34 people jumped from the Golden Gate Bridge. For me the bridge is a symbol of accomplishment, but for those people it is a symbol of failure. I am glad that as I walked up the steep incline to the span, I wasn't thinking about that. I had decided the activity below was probably some sort hazardous waste recovery.

Usually the wind is pretty blustery on the bridge, so I keep my hand on my hat to prevent it from ending up in the bay or the road. Today the breeze was welcome, but not very strong so I trudged along without a care, hat in place on my way to the Sports Basement. At the SF side of the bridge I saw dozens of surfers catching waves off the shore. It looked like they were having their own little mini maverick competition.

Making my way down to Crissy Field, I noticed two things... one, the time was getting later than I'd like and two, I was walking much further than I planned. By the time I got to the Sports Basement I felt like I needed to shop quickly. The one thing I wanted to get was what my masseuse and a couple of runners had suggested I needed for my tendon problem on the side of my leg. ILB I think they call the problem. They said to get a hard Styrofoam tube to roll the leg over. They said it hurts like Hell but its the only thing they have known to help this chronic problem. So I bought a contraption that was shorter , wider and supposedly superior to the Styrofoam tube, a yoga mat carrier to put it in and a box of sharkies (I needed a pack of those right away! I'd been sweating on this warm day.) Leaving the store I saw the pedometer showed 9 miles. Double that for the walk home and I would be walking 18. I looked at my watch it was 3 pm. Hmmm. on a quick walk I walk 3 miles an hour. hmmmm 3 hours to walk home? That wouldn't be very good...It would be dark. I decided to keep on walking to the Ferry building. It would be a safer walk home if it got dark. I had no idea what the mileage would end up to be at the end of the walk, I hoped it would be shorter.

I text messaged Glenn and asked if I needed to be saved from the dark would he come to pick me up and he wrote back "Whenever you call me I'll be there. Whenever you want me I'll be there, Whenever you need me , I'll be there. I'll be around." Ah he knows me and the Spinners go way back. I smiled as I walked at a quick pace.

When I reached the Ferry building it was 5 pm. I had time to shop for dinner, picking up a flat iron steak from the Golden Gate Meat Company, A loaf of Acme Bread and two cupcakes from Miette. I put them carefully in my yoga mat carrier, and stopped at Pete's for a cappuccino and waited for the 5:30 Ferry.

Many of the people on the Ferry were riding back from work. Some were still working with their laptops. I would have been working too, on my phone but the battery was pretty much shot. Except enough to do a self portrait!

I think I look like a monkey from Planet of the Apes

Back in Sausalito, it was 6 pm and the lights were coming on. I am waiting for those longer evenings. It surely will make the training a little easier with work. Finally back at my car, I looked at the pedometer and thought, hmmm 16 miles, it feels like 20.

So as you can imagine, I thought all this exercise would help me sleep. Now it's nearly 5am... and I am exhausted but not sleepy. I have a legal update meeting at 8:30, A client to show a house to at 1 and a couple of hours of paperwork with clients listing their home. Glad I walked. Wish I could have slept. Guarantee, tonight I will!

BTW Know of anyone who needs a great 4 bedroom home in a super convenient location?!
PS After inserting these photos and cleaning up this post it is 6:20. The turkeys are making their rounds on our hill. They don't sound tired at all.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Thinking back.

As a parent, I guess all of us get up everyday and think about our children.
When they are little, you not only THINK about them, you try and create a life in which they can grow, be strong, become independent, warm and intelligent people. You sing songs for them, and dress them in what you consider a darling outfit, you make toast in little shapes and apple sauce from the apples on the tree. Then you watch them as they enter kindergarten as they trot off, lunchbox in hand, into the big world and realize that the control you have been given is slowly being taken from you.

When your child come home from a particularly trying day, with tears in their eyes, a piece of your heart breaks. You want to fix it. You want them always to be happy and never be hurt in this world. At times, thinking back on when you were a child, you realize hurt is part of growing. It is when someone can work through that hurt and come out stronger, that true wisdom and compassion is born.
It's hard, as they grow, to watch broken hearts, both theirs and the ones they break. It's hard to know that no matter what you do they are on their own road and you need to have faith that the path ahead will lead them where they need to go.

When I think back on my life and I replay my memories, I know that no where was there such deep contentment for me than when our two girls were curled up on a heater vent, or snuggled together under a table. My smile has never been as explosive then when they would do a play for us. Allison with her writer, producer, director hat on, and Katie twirling and performing away. Both of them in a mad dance of childhood that carries with it no fear, only pure joy.
Now, I am sitting here in the kitchen on a drab day and remembering how full our house was with them in it. But mostly how full my heart felt, and how grounded I was.

Yesterday I got a photograph from Allison. She is interning at the US embassy in Peru. She is on a tour with James Early, who is an expert in Black American History and currently works for the Smithsonian in Washington. They are at a town called Zana. I see her face in the photo thousands of miles away. She is on her journey and it is taking her so far away from the heater vent at home. But I smile with a smile that explodes from my face because, she is okay. She is better than okay.

Not long ago I got a text message from Katie, in the northwest. Her boyfriend's father suddenly died. My heart sank as I felt the fear and loss through the miles. I sat and worried about her and her friend. Because no matter where they are and what path they are on, you are walking it with them only from a distance. And no matter how hard you fight it, the urge to make it better, that urge never goes away.

Missing the mornings with Sesame Street and heater vents and little girls cuddled under quilts.
Allison, James Early in Zana

Friday, February 19, 2010

Printed by permission of Nicole Anderson

You Know You’re A 3-Day Walker When….

1.You consider waking up at 7 A.M. “sleeping in”.

2.Half of your wardrobe is pink.

3.When you cross the street, you are disappointed that people don’t honk, wave, or blast Disco music as they drive by, and that there are no children handing out popsicles or candy on the street corners.

4.You carry Body Glide in your purse (or satchel if you’re a man!).

5.The word “can’t” does not exist in your vocabulary.

6.Your child’s first word is “boob” and it has nothing to do with a meal.

7.You believe the dancing Panda or Fruit on the street is really putting on a show to celebrate you.

8.Altruism is an innate part of your being.

9.When someone at work complains about a blister, you whip out your survival kit and ask “Do you need moleskin, second skin, tape or liquid bandage?”

10.You wear your callused feet (aka hooves) like badges of honor while secretly longing for the day when you can have a pedicure.

11.You have a wide assortment of hydration pack options, and must stay within a 4-mile radius of a bathroom.

12.You know far too many reasons for walking

13.Your significant other is greatly humbled when going on a “simple hike” with you.

14.“Kindness Rocks!” is your mantra.

15.You know the importance of proper footwear, and when you find the perfect pair of training shoes, you buy them in bulk to stock up for future 3-Day walks.

16.While others are celebrating the winter holidays, you are going through what is known as “3-Day Withdrawal Syndrome”, missing all the kindness and love from the event, counting down the weeks until the next training season starts.

17.People think you are insane, and yet have no medical proof.

18.You know what an ice bath is and aren’t afraid to use it (even if there is much cursing involved).

19.When you see other 3-Dayers, your secret sisterhood handshake is a hug.

20.You dream of a world without breast cancer and believe in your heart it will happen one day.

And just so you know... you know you're a 3 day walker ...when you read this you are bawling and can't read it outloud to your husband. Thanks Nicole for capturing it so well.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

12 miles.... Ferry to SF and back to Sausalito

Today, since the forecast was for clear skies with 5 days of showers ahead, I donned my new hat and took off for a SF walk. Training while working is an art. It needs to be somewhat spontanious to factor in weather conditions and last mintue clients. The good news is I am busy at work. the bad news is I am busy at work. This makes walking in the winter doubly difficult. I took my opportunity and ... walked with it.

First stop an office meeting... Second stop the office.... Third stop the Sausalito Ferry.
Despite the grey and cloudy skies, several tourists were still braving the trip via Ferry to SF. These darling little girls were from England. They were excited about being so far from home. Seeing sights I have seen a dozen times with new eyes of wonder. I apologized for the lack of view to their Mother, who looked astonished. It was a very fine view indeed, to her.
On the ride on the way over I struck up a conversation with some people visiting from San Diego. I pointed out Belvedere and Angel Island. One woman said "Oh I heard there are lots of lakes on Angel Island." To which I responded I think there is one, but it might be better described as a pond. Their children were debating whether they would rather live on a farm or by the ocean. One decided a farm by the ocean, but the other's thought that would be impossible. They asked about sharks in the Bay. I told them I could introduce them to my son-on-law who knows the answer to that question.
When I got to SF, Patti met me for a bite to eat. Pork Carnitas. Probably not the best choice because whatever you pick, you walk with... I decide pork likes to talk back.
When I left the Ferry building it was around 1:45 or so... I headed off solo, feeling mighty glad I had worn my jacket. It was cold and it never would warm up.

I made a stop at Pier 39 looking for the Sf Music Box Company. A very fine fellow and contractor I know, Robert and his wife Beth recently had a baby girl. I love the idea of music boxes...
After I discovered the shop was now a part of another shop called Seasons, I found a couple of things.... One the man in the shop didn't know a thing about little girls, and second, even though I love Wizard of Oz and I found the perfect pair of clicking red ruby slippers, I couldn't buy that for a little girl. I bought a nice box that they could put her picture on... it plays "It's a small world", and on walking trips like this you really see that.

It was so cold as I walked through Fisherman's Wharf no one was sitting outside.

The tourists were walking with purpose... while

This salty dog's locks blew in the wind.

At Aquatic Park works continues on the restoration. The tide was in and the water Lapped at the steps and rocks.

This walk I decided to climb up to the Hostel above Fort Mason. You discover a few things you haven't seen before like these holding tanks of some sort.

And a classroom of students with leaves, flowers and notebooks
held tightly in their hands.

Looking back on Aquatic Park

Looking down on Fort Mason

One of the buildings around the Hostel

I thought only young people went to Hostels...what's this old dude doing?

Benny Bufano Statute

Same Statue

Another piece of art in the park in front of the Hostel

Down to Mariner Green and out toward Crissy...

They have done a lot of restoration both building and landscape to Crissy Field. Here are Strawberry plants. Will they bear fruit?

Outside the warming hut they have posters describing different wildlife. I had wanted to take a photo of the crabs at Fisherman's Wharf but despite very few people there, one Japanese Tourist stood in my way... I didn't want to wait... so here's your crab picture.

Fishing Pier at Crissy

Then up to the bridge.... Brrrrr

Looking down at Fort Point... On the SF side

On the Marin side almost to Fort Baker.

At the marina - Coast Guard Boats and Canadian Geese.

Back to Sausalito. Looking back at Vahalla. Does anyone know if they used to have boats tied up here. I think the water would have too much surge, but there are pilings that make me think they must have.
SO people... I am doing my part. I am out there in the cold walking miles to keep in shape for the BIG walk Oct 1-3. (I won't kid you, I love it...) BUT... I need you support. I am $900 form my lowest of goals 0 the minimum I need to walk $2300.I would very much appreciate your donation. AND if you aren't my facebook friend, friend me so I can send you an invitation to WINE WARS II. Scheduled for Friday the 13th of August. We have our first SOLID commitment from a winery.. Kendall Jackson will be returning... Maye pouring La Crema like last time ...maybe something else. You don't want to miss it.
As time goes on, I will have more information for you. BUT for now... do a gal a favor

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A look back at The 3 day 2009

As we get into training in earnest... I thought I would remind all of us what an incredible event it was. Our team made a real impact. #2 in the $ raised per team member. I was the #4 in total dollars raised for the SF event.
But the impact by us, pales in comparison to how we were impacted. I was moved beyond belief, and am committed to making a difference this year.
We have scheduled our WINE WARS II for August 13th. We WILL make a difference. We WILL stand in the face of this killer and say NO MORE! We will NEVER give up.
There will be a world without Breast Cancer.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

In a fog...

Yesterday, in a long planned for attempt to take the boat out, we found ourselves deep in a fog with no reference points. A rocky shore could have been feet away and we would not have seen it. The approaching tug boat was invisible until practically upon us. Save for the urgent bleaking of the ships fog horn we could have been smashed to bits.

Our friend Chuck had brought with him his hand held GPS. "We're off Belvedere Point, head 10 degrees to the right." "We're in the middle of Raccoon Straits, keep going."

Eventually, we all determined, after boats kept appearing from the mist, it was time to head back. So GPS in hand Chuck talked us back to our slip in Sausalito, where of course the sun came out in all its glory.

The day had changed. No sailing...instead we had traversed the Bay in a kind of hide and go seek game. Now with glass in hand, music in the cockpit, we enjoyed a sunny day at the dock. Still it was a great day to spend with friends. Ena was there, the first time I had seen her since Om's funeral. Chuck and Stephanie our dear friends, Stephanie, a part of my walking team this year. Dana, not only was there, but he came to eat pizza and watch the Olympics at our house as the sun started to set.

When I thought about what to say about this foggy, grey and directionless day, I thought the parallels I could draw were so obvious, it may appear trite. But, because they are so obvious, maybe it means it's meant to be talked about.

How often in life do we feel exactly like we did on the water. We are merrily on our way, without a care in the world and suddenly a fog falls so thick we are blinded. In December of 1995, I was happy on track, loving my life. We were finishing up our remodel of our home and celebrating, in unfinished rooms, with friends the lives we had come to know. Then I felt a lump in my left breast. Suddenly everything that I knew seems to be clouded in a mist of fear and uncertainty. My life took a turn and on this path I had no ability to chart my own course. It was almost as if it was predetermined. I wondered with each blast of news from the mist when I would be run over and destroyed.

But a miracle of sorts came out of this uncertainty. My GPS, my beacon of light, was my friends and family and most of all Glenn. I held firm to the position they allowed me to follow. The course they set that said I was heading to a safe harbor. I would be saved.

It's always there, the true direction to follow if you just allow yourself to find it.

Now here I am 15 years later, my path is not completely my own, but I if I follow my true north, I do not need to worry that I will lose my way. So today I want to say thank you, to those people who have guided me to shore with your love and belief in me. Way better than the finest GPS.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The best in each of us

After watching the Olympic opening ceremonies, I drifted off to sleep with a deep enduring longing, on which resolve is built. For each of us, the seemingly impossible sits at different distances. For one person, riddled with illness, the impossible may be the idea that in a year they will see the sunrise. For an Olympic athlete, it may be standing on a podium with a golden medal around their necks. For most of us our impossible exists everywhere in between.

A young child, born in a violent and grey world in a life filled with the impossible, may not believe that beyond his immediate circumstances lies success, love and life. The other, born in a life of privilege may live amidst abundant things, looking always for an identity of their own, not their parents and be embarked on a journey to find themselves. Their journey is essentially the same, finding their own road not constricted by circumstance.

When I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer I was surrounded in my life by bounty and blessings, and my impossible was the idea that I could hold onto that life. How that even when the cells were dividing and multiplying in a race against time, I could stop their attack. In reality, I never believed my life would be stolen from me anymore than the athlete believes they will not win. To overcome great odds, and achieve your desires, you MUST believe you can do it. You cannot walk into the night drowning in the "I cant's" because they will swallow you up.

When I stood in front of my mirror a year ago and said, "I will walk in the Breast Cancer 3-day", I knew the odds were against me. I was not an athlete. I was overweight and had failed before in attempts to "exercise". But with each step of determination the odds fell away until I walked through a half of a mile of cheering supporters onto a field of people who exclaimed in one common voice of triumph "I did it!"

As I watch these Olympics, I realize I have more in common with these athletes that I even knew. The determination they have shown to reach this pinnacle in their lives is no less significant than mine. Each of us, have had different impossibles to overcome, and we each have stood in the glow of having succeeded.

Our training for our walk in 2010 is proceeding. I am one year older, which means I am in my 15th year of having beaten down my Breast Cancer. I ordered my 15 year survivor hat this week and plan on wearing that not only on the 3 day but through this year's training. I discovered last year, my survival meant a lot to people who lost mothers or daughters. It meant a lot to those who were working through their own intimate and personal fight. It gave them hope.

It is my goal that we, collectively will continue to give that hope. With each step I take, each dollar I make for this cause, the impossible becomes the possible. A world without Breast Cancer. Please donate. Please be a part of the journey.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

It's a feeding frenzy!

I am looking out my windows out toward Strawberry Point. There must be literally 2 thousand gulls sitting in Seminary Cove, with another few hundred circling overhead. Just what is it out there that is so darn compelling. If I were a gull I would have to fly over there to find out!

I think the Real Estate boom from 2000-2008 was that kind of feeding frenzy. Ultimately, people often act like the social beings they are. If the group is doing something, then they better hurry up and get in on it or they will miss out. I know, in advertising, I have made an error or two specifically because I decided to join in. I remember the ad that cost me $1500 in a hard bound book about Marin that I doubt anyone but Realtors saw. Wish I had that $$$ back now!

So here we are, the market has swung downward, as person after person got nervous watching the news and seeing their neighbors panic. But what is the truth? The truth is the market IS improving and homes ARE selling. Prices ARE lower in many incidences than the actual value. Now IS a good time to buy. But people being people, may wait awhile until they see the stampede back to the Real Estate buffet table. If you are in the position that you have been waiting, think what it may feel like to look back in ten years at these prices and realized... you waited too long. Make your own timing... make your own luck and by all means make your own decisions.

Remember the book about Jonathan Livingston Seagull.... Right now I am looking at the sky and I see one lone gull circling clear across the bay, swooping down to pick off some fish without the competition from the other side... Somehow, I think.... he may know something the others don't.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

I live in a great place....

The chart you see here, shows the average price per sq ft since November 2008. The compelling thing here is to see how solid our prices remain. There are other areas of Califorina where the difference would shock you. Here in Marin, and particular Southern Marin, prices remain relatively stable. It's true that this recent economic turn has decreased prices. We are back to prices in my neighbborhood from 2004, in some cases, but, compare this to Scottsdale, where a friend of mine moved a couple of years ago. Attached homes that were selling for $600,000 there are now being marketed for $175,000.

Just about everyday I think about how lucky I am. This morning as I was printing up these statistics for an open house, I realized it again.

Many things in life can feel like disaster. It is only when you step back and really take a good hard look at the big picture you realize how many blessings you still have. Breast Cancer was not unlike this ecomonic slow down in that, when you find yourself in the middle of it, you are shocked, scared and overwhelmed with a helpless feeling. But by gathering information and focusing on what you do have control over, you find yourself empowered to survive.

If I left myself to read the headlines about the Real Estate market I could become depressed. But my Buyers, and I know, there is a lot of good news. We here in Southern Marin we will not only survive but we will thrive. Those lucky Buyers who can buy now, will be feeling lucky for many years to come. Those who let the panic in the media freeze them will be left wondering...what if.

How about you? Do you have what it takes to thrive?

A reminder.... I am looking for sponsors. Imagine your store or restaurant proudly displayed on the backs of the brave women of "Are We There Yet?" walking in the Susan G Komen 3 day. Sample... "Are We There Yet?" is getting there - thanks to XXXXX

My goal is to get some press coverage as well, so who knows how far that message of support might go! Think on it and give me a ring.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Party's ON!

Here we are... some of the fine graduates of Los Altos High School.
We are planning our **th reunion of Aug 20 2011. BTW if you know me... you know which reunion it is... if you don't you can guess.
It's going to be an awesome affair at the Los Altos History Museum.
There really isn't anything that comes close to getting together with the people you grew up with. It is amazing how all the lines between us disappear with time, until eventually we are just people with a common past. We understand the stories, because we were a part of them, even if we didn't hang in the same group. We have been forged out of the same material.
This is going to be fun!
Now what am I going to wear in a year and a half?

Thursday, February 4, 2010

A day in the life... of a walking Realtor

Rain is coming! Rain is coming! That means it's time to squeeze in as much as you possibly can before it hits. The dogs have been looking longingly at both Glenn and I every morning as we get ready to head out to work. Their faces turned up to us with that sad little whine that says... please take us out for a walk. When the plead goes unheard, the barking starts, followed by turning on each other in frustration and boredom. It has been too long.

So Glenn and I got on the mud boots, and grabbed the dogs to head out to the dog park. As we walked through the grassy field, the squish squish slop of our boots through the mud, didn't seem to bother Tucker and Sophie at all. Somehow dogs are always optimistic. It surprised me that they didn't tire out at all. At the end of the walk they smiled at each other with a deep contentment. Ahhhh life is good.

I headed off to the office to drop off a reminder for the upcoming meeting about my first Broker's Open at 463 Live Oak. In my marketing I let people know there was another reason they should come to see this romantic home. Not only would they see a great private retreat, but I was serving Cajun Split Pea Soup.

To put this into perspective, I usually have 30-40 agents through a first open house in Tam Valley. Half way through the morning the soup was gone, the foccacia bread was disappearing and there was one lone molasses cookie on the tray. By the time the open house was over, there was nothing left (not even the bottles of water) and over 70 agents had come through. Could this be my new 2010 marketing tactic?! I think so.

A good life indeed. Time with the dogs. A great open house. Time to take a short walk afterwards. Dinner with my honey.
Does it get any better.... maybe... but this was a pretty good day.

LOOKING FOR SPONSORS for our team. Do you know a company who would like some advertising while donating funds to a good cause? For a mere $2,300 we will wear your companies name on our training and walking gear at the 3 day. We will prominently display your name on our Website and all correspondence going to our network. If you work for a company who will provide matching funds, we can hook you up to double your donation!

WE NEED YOUR HELP! Please contact me if you know of someone who you think would step up to be a TEAM sponsor. THANKS!!!!

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