Mary’s Marathon

My dear Aunt Mary was truly a saint. Always there for us kids. Always praying for our safety. Always giving her time, effort, thoughts, and (even into my 30’s) birthday money.

I always thought she was one of the strongest people I knew. Seeing her battle not only with Parkinson’s but eventually ALS confirmed it. She was tough as nails.

Mary ran a marathon way-back-when and always kept the poster up at her house. I don’t think she realized it, but it always made me want to run one just to have something more to talk with her about.

Unfortunately I absolutely hate running. Despise it like no other.

But, if someone can struggle and suffer the way she (and MANY more) did/do then I think doing a marathon would be only a fraction of that.

That’s what brings me to this adventure.

ALS Sucks
Marathons Suck

This August 31st I’ll be walking/running 26.2 miles with a weighted vest on.

Completely unsanctioned. Just out for a stroll with nothing but memories.

I hope you all realize I’d MUCH rather be doing this without having to mention anything publicly. Because that’s the way Mary would have done it. But, if I can use this experience as a way to shine a light on ALS, to donate, to create more space for love and remind you to spend those precious moments with those around you - well I feel like I should probably capitalize on that.

So if you feel like donating, joinging me for a mile or two, just wishing me well, dropping off water and power bars, or even if this just inspires you to go out for a long walk and call someone you love - then do it.

I could imagine that any day living with ALS feels like doing a Marathon with a weighted vest. Just a miserable and debilitating disease.