My baby brother died of leukemia when he was eight months old. My mom's favorite memory of him was his delighted belly laughs while he watched my older brother play in the snow. She was amazed that a baby so young would take such spontaneous pleasure and joy in such a simple moment. He was obviously a special child. He deserved a shot at life. Certainly he deserved more than to be born with cancer. His name was John. It is in his honor that I'm running the Jazz Half and would like to raise money to help fund the care and research for kids battling cancer today through Children's Hospital. I would love to see cancer irradicated from this planet. So that's why I'm running and if I can help a few kids along the way-hell yeah-I'm in.