So that we can eat biscuits and shrimpngrits without guilt, my best buddy Nick and I are running the Charleston marathon on January 19, 2013.
As a long-time resident of Queens with two strong arms and a new Ford, Nick helped clean up Sandy's mess and ferried supplies around NYC in the days and weeks following the storm.
Marooned in DC, I haven't done anything to help. I've said it's due to lack of proper protective footwear, but maybe that's just an excuse. I'd like to make up for it by doing one of the few things I know I do pretty well: asking you for help. Oh, or running. Whichever.
We all know from the news how badly Sandy effed up the ess of the Jersey shore and the greater NY region. Recovery efforts have been good and so have faded from the news a bit, but when I go back to my parents' generally untouched neighborhood, I'm struck by how screwy things still are. Not in any big way, but in the details: the biggest trees uprooted leaving gaps in the woods, huge pieces of roadside debris left sitting for weeks.
I just can't imagine what it's like to be from a town that just no longer exists. What the hell do you do there?
I'm not sure, but it seems the American Red Cross is still helping. So if you could, throw them a few bucks to support future disaster relief efforts and because I swear it'll make me run faster. My goal is to finish the marathon in under 3 hours, which is a pretty damn swift time, I have to say. Speaking from experience, the more of you who give---and it doesn't matter the amount, any amount helps---the more it really does motivate me in the closing painful miles.
I would personally appreciate your support as I do probably the most physically difficult thing I've ever done in my life Also, well, giving is a pretty decent thing to do, and while you might've already given, well, 'tis still the season. And if there's another charity you'd rather give to, go for it, and just let me know so I can feel like I motivated you or something: I'd be happy knowing that I inspired someone to do something more than punch the nearest hipster. Thanks, champ.