Avon Walk Recap
April Thayer
We made it! Thayer Media has completed the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer and lived to tell about it!
Diane Svoboda (L) and April Thayer (R) – pre walking, all smiles
Saturday was the 26.2 mile day and it was longer than any of us had ever walked before. Elizabeth, courtesy of her triathlon training, probably fared the best, followed by Diane because she's a Marine's wife and, as everyone knows, they are tougher than Marines. Stacie and I were experiencing pain in places we didn't know pain could come from. But we all made it into camp in one piece.

From left to right - April Thayer, Elizabeth Rector, Stacie Bogan, Diane Svoboda
We got changed and went to eat (I had a brief layover in the medical tent, primarily due to hunger, I think) and basically they could have fed us anything - we were hungry and tired. As we were about to leave the dining tent, a storm came up that was as violent as anything I've ever seen - I had visions of winding up in Kansas. Which would have made for a very long walk the second day.
The temperature dropped about 25 degrees, it hailed and rained and the wind was blowing at least 50 miles an hour sideways. Everyone was clustered as close to the center of the tent as possible - which kept us from completely freezing - but it was frightening. We were dressed in flip-flops, shorts, t-shirts - not in rough weather gear.
When the storm finally dissipated (yeah right, we need the water) we went back to the sleeping tents, which were no longer in the rows that we left them in. Stacie and Elizabeth's tent was pancaked under two other tents, completely collapsed. Diane and I couldn't find our tent at all for 15-20 minutes - we were just wandering in circles sticking our heads in every tent to see if we recognized anything.
Elizabeth and Stacie – with collapsed tent, still smiling
In the meantime, I called my brother-in-law and Stacie called her husband, Travis, and we asked them to please come get us. When we finally found our tent, everything was strewn all over the tent and it was all soaked through. But Bob came and helped us get out of there (we had to squish through the hail/rain/snow water in our flip-flops to get to the cars... popsicle feet!)
Diane, Elizabeth and Stacie were good soldiers and went back the next day to do the final 13.1 miles. I stayed home and nursed my road rash (my legs look like I've had an encounter with kerosene and a match) and kept moving for fear of seizing up every muscle in my body. They are each tough as nails and are a testimony to the statement that "GIRLS RULE!"
And, if I should happen to mention that we should do this next year, hit me in the head, please.
(By the way, Elizabeth was the #4 finisher on Sunday. Don't be surprised if she wins her triathlon.)
As promised, a picture of our “after walk, thawed out” feet…




