What have I gotten myself into? As usual, I leap with my heart before my brain has had an opportunity to even know what has hit it. When my friend was diagnosed with breast cancer, one of the things she told me was that she was certain it was all the ruckus Komen Foundation supporters and fundraisers make, that has swung the pendulum in her favor for survival. That was really all she had to say and my mouse was clicking its way to the 3 Day and I was volunteering in her honor. A couple of more clicks of the mouse and just like that, I raised $1,100 (thank you again, everyone.) Crew doesn't have to raise money-but it's always welcome if we do.
It isn't useless noise we 3 Dayers make. The millions we raise have made a difference in outcomes and the awareness we raise, saves lives. I am two months short of having to show up and crew a Breast Cancer 3 Day event. It'll be my first turn crewing and although I have an inkling of what I need to do, I don't really know the ropes. I've only been a walker in the past. I was unable to make the Ready, Set, Crew meeting last Saturday so I'm a bit behind. It's all good though, I'll catch up. They don't need to tell me how to be a nurse-I think I have that base covered.
I still need to download my manual and study (yes, there is a post-test.) One fantastic benefit of crewing as a nurse is the 21 continuing education credits I'll earn in endurance event nursing. Woo-hoo. Score! I still need to get my professional credentials to the team leaders. I still have to buy some adequate endurance event clothing and be prepared for the elements. I still have to return my team leader's telephone call. But I don't need a tentmate. Out of the blue, I got an email from another crew member who is also going stag to the event and wanted the tentmate issue settled. Sheesh, I hadn't even thought of that! I'm glad the intros are out of the way. I hope she doesn't mind if I knit.
If you plan on walking the Michigan 3 Day (or if you're crewing), look me up in the medical tent. I'll be the one lancing blisters, starting IVs and listening to your stories of 3 Day glory.
I wonder, where in the hell have I put my sleeping bag?