If any of you happened to be wandering the streets of Glasgow yesterday afternoon (I didn’t see anyone I recognised, but you’re all pretty shady, so I’m not ruling out the possibility of incognito Glasgow trips), you would have come upon a rather wonderful sight.
That’s right, everyone. The Scottish Race for Life is officially launched! Pause for tiny party.
Guys, I love our mini parties. They’re such special times. Also, one of those balloons is the same balloon I used for my last mini party when Lauren signed up. That was so long ago! They are magical. Magical, magical, cancer-defeating balloons. Weirdly, the balloon on the stick deflated in a normal balloon deflating time range, but the other one is still inflated. Science. Let your balloons roam free, everyone.
I HAVE GOTTEN SO DISTRACTED. This is why I shouldn’t be given balloons.
Anyway, despite my life looking like this at the moment:
I decided to head on down to the Glasgow launch and have a boogie with our stunningly gorgeous Cancer Slam dancers. They brought the glamour, I brought the flyers. The girls danced up a storm, and spirits were high all round!
I chose this photo for two reasons. One, it’s sunny! Look at it! Sun! SUNSUNSUN! Two, it perfectly showcases the epicness of my new hair crush. Look at her hair. It is glorious. I think I love her.
Throughout the day, we gathered ourselves some new cancer slammers, those awesome few who were crazy enough to stop and dance in the face of cancer on a cold Wednesday afternoon on Buchanan Street.
We also had the privilege of meeting an incredibly brave little girl who had managed to kick cancer’s ass at the age of 9. Very cool.
She slammed it with the dancers.
Then took to the stage to show us all how it was done.
Eventually, inevitably, she embarked on her solo career, putting us all to shame.
I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is yes. Yes I did dance the cancer slam in the middle of the day on the busiest street in Glasgow. I’m fairly sure there is evidence, but I have yet to see it. In the interests of humiliating myself further, if photos emerge, I’ll be sure to stick them up here. Don’t let that sun fool you, it was unspeakably cold out there, and despite wearing five layers of clothing, I’m pretty sure I would have frozen to death if I didn’t dance. That was probably their plan all along…
It was a really great day, and has made me fully excited about running the Race. Now that my toes have thawed, I can happily reminisce about how much fun it was, from my comfortable new position of duvet fajita.