
On of my favorite cousins, Parker, was diagnosed with throat cancer earlier this year. I didn't know what to say to him, and apparently he felt like he almost needed press secretary for all the calls that flooded the house when the family was emailed the news, so I thought signing up for a LIVESTONG event would say what I didn't have the words for.
The last time I tried to sign up for a run as a fundraiser, it was the 2001 Mardi Gras AIDS Marathon in New Orleans. I learned my lesson about a month into it. I was going to school full-time and working a few jobs. I went to ONE of the team runs but after that first time there was something about the weather that I always blamed for not being motivated to train. I held a yard sale and it was a complete failure from lack of planning and advertising (and the fact that my mother won't let go of anything in the house, boarding hoarder). I was also under the impression that I was going to somehow participate in Mardi Gras festivities and then go RUN A MARATHON.

A decade later, I sort of just fell into Team For the Win. Since I had set a goal of completing the triathlon in September, I thought that running a 10K would be a good warm-up. Along the way for training, I have hurt my right knee by overextension while going home downhill. It means I can't run intervals, so I completely bonked around mile 4 on the course. I did make the cut-off time and completed the whole course, but I was the last of the 10Kers to walk (read: hobble) across the finish line.


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