I weaved my way through many shirts saying, “Fight the War in my Rack,” “Don’t Let Cancer Steal 2nd Base,” “Save the Ta-Tas” and “We Heart Boobies” on Saturday for Race for the Cure, a 5K walk/run to raise awareness for breast cancer.

A slight problem arose during the walk, but I’ll tell you all the good things first.  

For this 5K, I got up earlier than I do for my classes. My plan was to try to run but, not preparing beforehand, my friend and I walked instead.

This year was the 15th annual race, and I was amazed at the crowd.

I honestly don’t know how people who lived in Downtown Evansville were able to get out because how many people were everywhere.

Everyone was wearing pink. I wore pink – I never wear pink. One little, older lady walked all by herself, wearing a one of the pink shirts – hers explained that she had survived. I’m ashamed that I didn’t walk with her.

Energies ran high. Before the race, a zumba instructor played “Gangnam Style,” and I watched a woman older than my mother dance and look like she was trying to whip a horse or something.

We were all here for a cause: to support the prevention of breast cancer.

The experience was amazing, but I had a slight problem.

Politicians.

I know we are entering election time, but seeing signs of who to vote for and people encouraging us to continue walking with the political signs ruined my magical moment.

Why were they trying to get me to vote for their candidate? Race for the Cure is a time for everyone to gather together and fight for something together.

But the political supporters tried to divide us.

While I was so happy about what I did, it made me sick thinking of how politics can ruin a moment of everyone standing together.

Having so many people unified for a cause that affects us all is a rare moment, and it was taken from me and everyone else at the Race for the Cure.