I signed up to run a half marathon and the deadline was 2/16. As usual, I put it off until the absolute last minute. "Hi, my name is Kate and I am a procrastinator."
I wasn't feeling great but all it took was 1 minute of thinking about Kyle to get my butt out of bed and on the treadmill. After all, what's a little "c" (cold) in comparison to the big "C" (cancer)? I chose the treadmill in case I ended up feeling too sick to finish and because it was extremely hot outside.
If you didn't get a chance to participate in the race, you can still donate here. His smile gets me every time I look at his picture! Even through his battle with cancer, he radiates joy.
I hopped on the treadmill at 3:30 PM; the latest I've ever done a long run. I chugged along, mile after mile, remembering that I had to run at least 13.1 and I could quit after that. It's really easy to find the strength to keep going when you think of the challenges others are facing. During races, I always think of my brother and his struggles and I find the strength to put one foot in front of the other. I love dedicating my runs (or yoga practice) to someone in particular. I believe the energy you are putting forth truly finds its way to those people. This Saturday, it was for Kyle. All 18 miles.
Action shot of my "race" for Kyle