Run, fatboy, run
UPDATE: We did it! Thanks to everyone who helped.
And that's just the fundraising part.
Dorothy Lanter, my Mother-in-law, grew up on a farm in rural Illinois where she fed chickens and did farm stuff. She excelled at cooking, sewing, going to church, and birthing babies.
I'm not suited to any of those tasks, but I certainly admired those qualities in her. She was funny, honest, and sweet. A pillar of her community.
Dorothy died just a few months ago, succumbing to Alzheimer's Disease.
Looking for a meaningful distraction, my wife Connie and I committed to run in the Chicago Marathon as a fundraiser for the Alzheimer's Association.
Connie is an accomplished runner, whereas I'm more likely to run to catch an ice-cream truck, not a marathon.
Many practice runs later, the possibility of actually being able to crawl run across the finish line, is becoming a reality. Now it's time to make the effort pay off.
Here's what I can tell you about Alzheimer's: The disease robs people of their memories, ability to move, and, eventually, life.
It is ironic then, that this effort can give a little of what has been taken away.
So I humbly offer a simple, honest plea:
Let's honor the five million Americans affected by Alzheimer's disease by creating lasting memories, moving more, and choosing to live longer.
You can start now with a donation.
$1 per mile ($26.20)
$1 per pound lost during training (Today's total is $45!)
