Running a marathon is hard. The first time I tried it, it took more than five hours to do it. Then in October, I managed to get my time down to 4:50:08. And felt like complete ass at the end (running a marathon with bronchitis/pneumonia will do that, I guess).
think know I can do better.
To that end, I’ve committed to lacing my running shoes up again, and this time I’ll be headed to the Windy City. I’ve joined The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training again, and this time I will be running in memory of my father. On October 11, 2015, I will run 26.2 miles in Chicago.
Dad passed away in January. I miss him terribly. Anyone who has lost a close family member knows what this is like. I’m not going to share how I hear his voice, and what he sounds like, or what he says to me. If you’ve lived it, you know it. Besides, that stuff is private. He’ll talk to you if he wants to, right?
I am going to celebrate Dad’s indomitable work ethic by running Chicago in his honor. If you’d care to make a donation to support my fund raising, please click here. I will be tremendously grateful.
I’ll be back to blogging at regular capacity, too, so subscribe to the updates if you haven’t yet, and I’ll see you out there on the running paths.