The first time I did The 3 Day was in 2005, and I'd decided to go to Boston to do the walk with friends. Explore sixty miles of a new city and make phenomenal strides towards finding a cure for cancer at the same time sounded like a win-win situation for me.

Everyone I'd talked to prior to doing the walk had told me of the emotional roller coaster The 3 Day was, and I just let it go in one ear and out the other. Once they started Opening Ceremonies at 5:30 in the morning with a little boy talking about how he was volunteering because his grandma was at home with cancer, and the waterworks started right up. And the walk hadn't even begun.

Leaving Opening Ceremonies, friends and family line up to wish you well. They clap and cheer and make walkers feel like rock-stars, which is the same way we'd feel the entire time we were there. People for the entire three days were more supportive than words can describe.

Kids and parents dressed in their pajamas would be standing in their front lawn handing out candy at 7:30 in the morning; people had lawn chairs gathered at intersections along the walking route just to thank us for walking. They don't tell you about this when you register for the walk, because how can someone honestly believe that random strangers will be one of your biggest forces along the way? But it's true - very true.

The route in Boston began in New Hampshire and took us through the country-type-side of Massachusetts, before we finally arrived at the campus of MIT on the last day.

Day 1 began in the rain. And ended in the rain. Instead of having us pitch our tents outside, they broke us all up into gyms. We were sleeping indoors, lined up in rows of sleeping bags, to avoid getting soaked overnight. Not the most comfortable plan in the world, but it probably worked out better than having us all soaking wet and cranky the next morning. That night at dinner, we were wrapped in mylar blankets just to try to keep some body heat trapped.

On the 2nd day, we woke up to more rain, but it didn't stop us from throwing on the ponchos and heading out for the day. The skies eventually cleared up and we even walked along the Minuteman Trail. We didn't get much of a weather reprieve, though, as dark clouds started heading our way once we were back at camp for dinner. Suzanne, Bonnie, and I had barely gotten our tents up when we noticed everyone was running to the high school 500 yards away. Turns out there was some lightening getting pretty close, but we never made it there before they sent everyone back. We stood in line for dinner and passed out in our tents shortly after that. Other than a few tents that had been blown into the surrounding trees, everything was quiet for the rest of the night.

When people wake up on Day 3, there's a different energy. Everyone's made it that far and now they're ready to finish. Nothing can keep people from dawdling on the third day, because we all just want to get that 60th mile complete. The route had finally entered Boston, and we were able to walk a great part of the day along the Charles River, with the Boston skyline just on the other side. The sun eventually came out stronger than ever, and it was so hot people were laying on mounds of ice. At each pit-stop, I'd load up my Twins hat with as much ice as I could without freezing my head off and keep on walking.

Finishing the walk is the best. All of the walkers that have finished before you could be sitting down and resting their blistered and aching feet, but instead, they're lined up on both sides of an aisle they've formed themselves, cheering and clapping and encouraging you just a few more feet. It's an amazing experience and if nothing else makes you want to do the walk again, crossing the finish line will.

I made a few phone calls after the walk and could barely get out "I did it" before crying. It wasn't just a walk or some charity event that I did. It was something that had permanently changed my life, and something that had quite possibly permanently changed the lives of so many women and families that are effected by breast cancer on a daily basis. How could I not sign up to do it again in 2006?