I did it! For the fourth time ever, I ran in a half marathon and I survived. It wasn’t my fastest race. It wasn’t my slowest race. So I think I should be proud of that. You know what I’m also proud of? The wonderful people who pitched in to donate to Camp No Limits in honor of my run. I had hoped we could raise enough to send one child to camp. We came $95 short. But considering how busy I’ve been planning our Born Just Right meetup and building Jordan’s next helper arm in Chicago. I’m honored to have this many donations. Most were given within 24 hours of the race.
Let me tell you about the run. It was hot. Last year was more humid, this year was much sunnier. The sun was tough when you didn’t have a Chicago skyscraper offering shade. I pushed on. Every once and a while I’d convince the supportive crowd to cheer for me just for the motivation. I also used the Nike+ app to get cheers from online friends along the way. I have to say, there were a couple of times when cheers pouring out of my phone helped push me forward.
My finish time: 2 hours and 44 minutes. My best race was nine minutes shorter. My worst race was eleven minutes longer. I guess I’m okay with this. I feel like the effort is worth it when I have a goal that’s beyond earning a medal. I’m thankful to have a reason to run for camp.
If you have anything you think you can give for camp, please visit our fundraising page. Thanks for the consideration!