So after a five year absence, I am going to run the NYC Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure again. I know I said I was going to last year, but I was too exhausted to really get on a good program and had weird ankle pains and was subject to the whims of the weather. Now I’ve got the luxury of running treadmills in air conditioned comfort. At 6:00 am, which will be FINE once I get my Thursday naps back.
The race is three weeks away and, barring unforeseen disaster, I’ll be ready.
I’ve been thinking about how different this run will be for me. Now I’m a mother, adding a generation to my chain. But at the same time, now I know mothers whose lives were shockingly foreshortened by breast cancer. I think about Beth, my brilliant, beautiful, once-roommate, who did not live to see her 32nd birthday, who left two young daughters and her equally brilliant husband, much more now than I did when she was alive. I think about her daughters a lot–and how hard it must be for her husband to be raising them alone.
For my part, I’d like to raise the recommended $250, at a minimum, and so I am harassing everyone I know, and everyone I “know.” Consider yourself requested to donate any amount, no matter how small, to a worthy cause.
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Thanks. From my mom, me, and Miss M.