People had asked me why I wanted to run a marathon or attempt a triathlon. As I had prepared for my first marathon in 2013, I realized that compared to what some people endure on a daily basis while battling chronic illness, running 26.2 miles was nothing. As I approached the finish of the race, my thoughts were with my son Matt who was diagnosed with Crohn’s when he just one month shy of his 13th birthday. My race ended in 4:24, but Matt will continue to have to manage his illness for life. My thoughts were also with a childhood friend Nicky that never had a chance to live to adulthood due to cancer as well as a friend Paula, that has continued to run her own health marathon with breast cancer.
Please follow link to read an essay that my son Matt wrote for his English class his Senior year that reinforces to me that my task not matter what the distance is not the true challenge and how blessed I am as a parent. Matt, Nicky, and Paula are the ones to me that defines strength.