BENEFITING: American Lung Association
EVENT DATE: May 07, 2017
I am not an athlete. I do not enjoy exercise. In my next life, I plan to come back as a cat, preferably one of my own. Up until now, there has only been a handful of things I would run for: Beer, shelter animals, and to escape the cops (in theory). Starting today, you can add one more thing to that list:
In September of 2015, my mom, the kindest, funniest, and by far my favorite person on the planet, was diagnosed with lung cancer. She fought bravely, and with unfailing humor, finding ways to laugh even on her worst days. She was the embodiment of hope.
Friends, cancer sucks. It is ugly, and undignified, and straigh-up brutal. It does not care who you are, or who you love, or how much you are needed. It is also the number one cancer killer of both men and women. It must be stopped. On October 22, 2016, my mom lost her battle, and the world is a slightly less sunny place for it.
On May 7, I'll honor her by participating in the the Broad Street Run 10-Miler in Philadelphia (although a cake eating contest would be a much more appropriate way to pay tribute to Patti Jo). I'm raising money for American Lung Association, because we have to fund a cure.