Last Sunday, Josie and I took part in a charity walk to promote autism awareness and to raise money for autism charities. Josie's hockey club participates in this charity walk annually but it was our family's first time at the event.
It was nice to see so many of Josie's teammates without their helmets on. It's almost impossible to put names to faces if you never get to see the faces. Josie's team is in need of some good off-ice bonding time since all the girls come from different towns and this is the first year that many of them have ever skated together. The autism walk was a good opportunity to get to know each other while raising money for a great charity and promoting a good cause.
Josie and her teammates wore their orange jerseys...
... and their coach brought pink ribbons for them to wear.
They also received tshirts for participating in the walk, but it was so cold outside that the tshirt went straight into my backpack. It wasn't the sunniest of days last Sunday and the wind was a tad biting.
Josie's coach brought her almost one-year old daughter to the walk with the team and the ten year olds ooh and aahed over her endlessly.
Okay, the picture doesn't prove my point. From the below photo, it doesn't look like anyone except the coach is oohing and aahing over the baby. In this photo, it just looks like the girls are staring at something they've never ever seen before and aren't sure that they like what they see.
You'll have to trust me that the baby was well-liked and her cuteness was genuinely appreciated.
Perhaps this photo shows this better:
Before the walk officially began, all the hockey club teams met on a grassy knoll for a group photo:
There was a whole lot of orange, although you could tell which parents didn't read through the emails very carefully (or else whose players didn't have a clean orange jersey to wear):
After the photo call, there was a long period of waiting around for the walk to begin. During which time, someone - who will remain nameless - realized that she was hungry and began a long, very-annoying campaign to buy junk food.
She won, eventually, since we stopped at a gas station mini-mart for "lunch" once the walk was finished.
There was an impressive crowd and a Boston tv station was covering the walk from a bucket crane at the starting line. The girls made their way slowly along the mile course, pushing the coach's daughter's stroller the whole way. Those who couldn't hold the handle, made due with holding the side or the bottom or being the official blanket re-tucker. No baby has ever been so well cared for.
I'd say the Autism walk was a huge success.