Remember two days ago when I thought I ran six miles? I’d used gmaps pedometer to map it out before I left, but I ended up getting a little lost (don’t ask — lost on a straight line), and I thought I made up for it while I was running. Nope. Instead of getting those big blisters on my insteps in return for running six miles, I got them for only running 4.8. Not even five miles. Dude. I was so disappointed when I found that out. And I walked a lot of it, too. And I was slow. And I’d even imagined I might have gone seven miles! Wrong.
I was discouraged.
Then I realized that on October 19th I would be surrounded by women running in purple shirts, all of whom had raised at least $2500 to go towards lymphoma, luekemia, and myeloma research.
Myeloma. What Mom died of three months ago.
And I realized I was jealous of those runners.
Me, months ago I put down my seventy dollars or whatever it was to register. I’d be wearing a plain tee-shirt and running, not helping anyone but myself and Nike (a whole ‘nother ball of guilt).
And that’s crap.
Let’s change that, shall we?
I need motivation to run, to keep training. I’m [thisclose] to copping out, to saying I can’t do it.
But If y’all are behind me, and I’m running to honor Mom and your belief in me and to do something good, I’ll be there. With bells on.
So what do you think? Another little raffle? I absolutely don’t care how much we raise together — I have no set goal that I need to reach in order to run. As much or as little as you feel moved to donate helps SO much. Really.
Every $10 donated gets you a chance at a pair of hand-knit socks. So fifty bucks gets you five chances. You donate straight to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation, LINK HERE. Then just send me an email with how many chances I should mark you down for.
On October 18th, I’ll draw a random name and that person will get to tell me what size and color she wants her socks. Then I’ll make them in a hurry and get them to her faster than I did to Carol who won Lala’s AIDS lifecycle sock-raffle. (Carol! They’re in the mail! Sorry! I hate the post office!)
On October 19th, I’ll run the half-marathon with you behind me. This is a way to honor my little mama and help others (like Annie Modesitt’s husband Gerry) living with the disease.
And on October 19th, in thirty-seven days, I’ll run the half-marathon
as fast as I can (which will be pretty damn slow, I can assure you),
with pride. I’ll run with love.
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