Less than two weeks after his passing, I found out I
received an entry. On November 1st, I will be running the marathon in his
name celebrating his triumphant run of the same race 20 years ago.
My
father was an avid runner for the majority of his life who grew up in Boston,
went to college at Northeastern before graduate school at UPenn. Running
marathons became a monumental part of his life in his 50s and 60s, traveling to
Colorado, California, Arizona, Las Vegas, Florida, New York, etc. to run a race
in as many states as he could.
He inspired my sister and I to run, register
for races and meet him to go running. Even in his 60s, his pace was always
faster than mine. I distinctly remember our last runs together with his
illness looming in the background, he still loved to go out for a run.
And he was ALWAYS faster than me, regardless of age. As
I begin to train for November's race, I remember vividly travelling
to NYC for the 1995 marathon to cheer him on during a bitter cold day.
20 years later, I hope I can do his record justice this November
by running with grace, dignity and drive. There is no doubt he will be
with me every step of the way, cheering me on and pushing me to the finish
line.
Nothing would make me happier than to
help raise the funds and awareness to find a cure for this crippling disease by
running this year's NY Marathon in his name. I hope you will join me
in honoring his life and making any size contribution you can to help get a
step closer to a cure.
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