A note of thanks. And a promise.


So. As my luck would have it, I tore my calf muscle a little over a week ago. Perhaps in 2015 I’ll manage to make it through the year without injury or accidents but this isn’t my year. Once again. But this time it really bums me out. Why, you ask? Because I have been training for my first-ever 10K, which was supposed to happen on September 7 in San Francisco. Sadly, my orthopedic surgeon put the kibosh on my plans last week (and I’ve been in denial).

There is a small detail here that’s somewhat important to note: I am not a runner.

But thanks to this awesome little app called 10K Runner, I’ve learned to love running and have been in training mode for weeks. I went from barely being able to make it through a mile to running just over three miles with ease. I know that I would have been able to run that 10K if I hadn’t suffered this setback. And that totally bums me out.

What bums me out even MORE is that I asked friends and family and colleagues to support me. And they were extraordinarily generous. People who sign up to run in The Giant Race have the option to fundraise as part of the event and I thought it would be cool to do this run for my 42nd birthday while raising money for a really lovely cause, Project Open Hand. This organization helps feed (and take care of) the elderly in San Francisco, a city that’s also near and dear to my heart.

Thanks to the generosity of a bunch of people, I was able to raise $2300 on my own, but as a team we raised $3275. My goal was to raise $4200, and I really really really do not like meeting goals. But to put this into perspective, for every $100 donated, Project Open Hand is able to make 50 life-sustaining meals for their clients. So, to date my generous friends have provided over 1,600 meals to those who need it most. I can’t be mad about that. It is simply amazing. And I cannot thank you guys enough.

But what bums me out EVEN MORE is that I also asked a few friends to run with me. One even joined my team and asked her friends to donate. A few other friends signed up and pledged to run. One recruited his wife! (Hi, Alex & Erin & baby Hank!) I mean, how lucky am I to have people like that in my life? Beyond. But I can’t help feel as though I let them down. It’s not a good feeling, that much I know. I’ll somehow make it up to you guys! I promise.

But rather than boo-hoo for too long, I decided to sign up for a local race here in NYC that happens in late September. It’s also a race with a good cause. Run 10 Feed 10. Just by signing up you provide 10 meals to people in need. And for this race, fundraising is also an option. But, no, I’m not asking for help (well, I won’t turn it down either especially because it goes to such a good cause!). Instead, as a way to thank the people who have been supporting my road to recovery following spine surgery late last year, I’m going to donate the balance of what I wasn’t able to raise for The Giant Race to the Run 10 Feed 10 race.

I am so thankful to have such a generous and supportive network of people in my life. It’s humbling to know that people are so willing to give. And for that I will always be grateful. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

And now the countdown to being able to run / train again begins. Wish me luck.

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