As I mentioned in a post yesterday, today was the annual Walk a Mile in Her Shoes event in town. Though the sun made intermittent appearances, the wind was constant, and I basically froze for three hours while volunteering my time. Of course, it was all worth it so that I could capture these sweet photos for all of you.
I am always struck by the age range of the participants. But this year, we had perhaps our youngest walker:
As usual, some of the men truly embraced their foray into feminine footwear:
Hands down, this was my favorite participant to watch during the walk. These contraptions made him walk like he had a hot potato in his shorts. Bless him.
Not even going to ask where this guy found these. But I hope he buried them deep within the earth’s crust.
Sometimes, just getting into one’s shoes is a victory.
While all of the above images are no doubt entertaining, let me be clear: There is NOTHING sexier than men who set aside masculine bravado for one f’ing hour of one day in the entire calendar year to say “It’s more important that I show women that I stand with them, that I am willing to experience discomfort and some embarrassment for one hour, than do nothing.”
And it’s touching when those men also help along the next generation such as this father and his boys:
And when male friends support their female friends:
And when even man’s best friend puts her best paw forward for the cause:
The walkers took off en masse with a police escort around the town green. One team had 53 members and they led the march.
After they returned, the good people of the Milford Rape Crisis Center gave out fabulous prizes to individuals and teams who earned the most money or wore the best shoes.
And wouldn’t you know it, I actually won for Most Money Raised by an Individual!!
Now, truth be told, whereas last year, I had a team to collect donations on my behalf, this year, I parted with some of my tax return never thinking I would win such a glorious prize! I’ve decided I could get used to this.
Next year, I am going for the team trophy. If you are male, and I know you even a little bit, get out your checkbooks. I won’t be denied.