November 27, 2007

I mean, I’m going to run 13.1 miles anyway…

…would it be THAT much harder to do twice that? Really?

It seems I have some very generous donors and I have surpassed my $1,800 minimum fund raising goal in less than two weeks. You know who you are, and I thank you from the bottom of my bottom (which is so much larger than my heart). Honestly, every dollar you donated proves to me that you have faith that I can complete the half marathon. I am ever grateful for that support. And your motivating comments will help me push through the miles. And thank you for joining in my endeavor to tell cancer to SUCK IT.

So since I’m almost to the minimum fund raising goal required to participate in a different, bigger, crazier event, I might do it. Sure, it’s a full marathon, but why not go all the way? Oh, and did I mention the name of this marathon? The Napa Valley Marathon. I like running. I like wine. It’s the perfect combination, yes? Well, except for the whole 26.2 miles thing. My ultra-supportive and fabulous mentors think I should go for it. I’m not yet convinced. I still cannot fathom running THIRTEEN MILES in one day, let alone double that. Running a half would be symbolic of kicking cancer in the ass. But going 26.2 would flip cancer the bird. With both hands. That is tempting.

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