So...it's hot. I'm a crazy runner and I am constantly fighting with my innerself on justifying laying in bed instead of getting out of bed and sweating my butt off in the heat. I hate chaffing. Sweating like a lineman in August in Alabama does not look great on me and isn't my ideal day.
I'm so tall that my feet look tiny in this picture. They aren't that tiny. Promise.
A won a local 5k here on Saturday. The prize? Corn.It's a tough sport and a lot of times I get close to breaking my arm from patting myself on the back for just being out there! I tell myself, I'm strong, I'm tough and I can do anything. I actually believe it until I read a story like Jared's and I am brought back down to reality and my battle won seems so small.
Jared has a rare blood cancer (t-cell lymphoblastic lymphoma, to be exact) that has required countless treatments and fighting a tough fight. He is currently in remission, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't need support (and money for medical bills).
A sweet Okie blogger (thanks Jen!) brought his story to my attention and asked if I could log miles in his name and others can donate to his fund based on the miles. I have started running and thinking about the MILLIONS of people that are affected by Cancer and how I want to help!
I am so blessed to wake up everyday and lace up my running shoes and go for a run.
I am fortunate to exhaust myself on a run and not be exausted from treatments.
I am lucky to kiss my husband each morning in our own bed and not in a hospital bed.
So I will run for Jared, and I will pray for all those that are hurting.
Compared to the pain they are going through, mine is nothing.
They are the true hero's and deserve to be supported.