I'd initially signed up for the Detroit Free Press Marathon for pretty selfish reasons: it had been something I'd wanted to do for some time and now seemed like my best shot at going out and doing it. When I signed up in the spring, I set up a training program and stuck to it as best I could for many weeks - until the warmer weather broke and I lost my motivation. Now, with only a little over a month until race day, I am finding that maybe I need a harder push to follow through with this. During those first few months of training, I would often take along my son, Everett, in his jogging stroller. Everett was born with severe hemophilia and now that he has found his feet we are constantly discovering new bruises around his joints. For children with bleeding disorders, physical activities have to be approached with caution; many sports simply aren't safe for hemophiliacs. So while I ignore my training reminders simply because I don't feel like running, my son continues to crawl and climb despite the blood pooling in his knees and the soreness he must feel. I am going to run the marathon. I am going to do it, not for myself, but for my running buddy. I am going to run the marathon so that maybe, one day, he too can run the marathon. Please donate what you can.