Last year, I helped with the publicity for One Run For Boston, a phenomenal 24/7 cross-country relay to honor and help the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings.
This year, I’m getting off my ass and running.
It’s “just” the last four-mile leg from Harvard University to the Boston Esplanade and I’ll be joined by my two nephews and a few friends who are world-class athletes (compared to me).
I’m running because I’m pissed off.
People shouldn’t wake up in the morning excited to go to a fun event and go home with a fake leg or pressure cooker shrapnel stuck in their head. My friend Jennifer Levitz wrote a gripping story for the Wall Street Journal about the lifelong challenges of the Boston Marathon amputees that will last far beyond the headlines.
I’m grateful that I have legs.
If you are, too, please consider chipping in a few bucks to the One Fund at my ORFB fundraising page.
I love the above picture, which was snapped by the talented photographer Jay Hinspeter at a Warrior Dash mud run. I love it because it simultaneously captures my running style and attitude about running.
I run like a tank. I usually have a pissed off look on my face and a feeling that nothing can get in my way. I will not, however, run over small pets or children.
Running is not and has never been fun for me. But I value the long-term return on a short-term sacrifice — results that I’ve never been able to duplicate on an exercise machine.
Every time I lace up my sneakers, I think of those who cannot run anymore.
Please think of them, too — with your wallet.