I hate cancer. A lot. It's a disease that cut short the life of my mom's father, two of my close friends' fathers and, unfortunately, a lot of other people's fathers. Most recently it claimed my beautiful, bright, boisterous (I like a little alliteration) cousin. I'd like for that list to stop growing. And since I don't know how to cure cancer (stupid journalism degree!) I thought I'd raise money for those that do.
Also, this way I'll have something good to focus on — all of the money you lovely people have donated — circa mile 21, instead of thinking about how much my legs hurt. And then I'll remind myself that running a marathon is nothing compared to battling cancer and that I should quit being a baby.