I have decided to dust the layers of dust off of my running shoes and attempt to run the Bank of America Chicago Marathon one more time. Before welcoming Ellie and Layla you couldn’t get my running shoes off of me, they became part of my identity. Fast forward to now and I am determined to get reacquainted with some old friends…the pavement, fresh air, and the feeling of being sore from those long runs!
I knew that I needed to have more than just desire to run this year’s marathon, I needed to have a purpose. Enter my mom, my hero…I always knew that my mom was special, but becoming a mom myself it has taken that respect to an entirely new place. This wonderful women has dedicated her entire life to raising three amazing kids, and now being the grandmother to 10 beautiful grandchildren. Being a single parent, my mom had to take the role of being a mother and father on by herself. She took us to sporting events, school functions, homework, and had a full time job herself. Even though she was all alone, she always had a smile. We never saw how tired and worn out she was. When I was in grade school, my mom had her first pace maker put in…This was the first time I saw that my hero was suffering. Today she is on her third pacemaker defibrillator combination and she refuses to let that hold her back. She is my bionic superhero now. When I told her that I was going to be running and raising funds for her she said without missing a beat, I will see you at the finish line like she has always been for all of races. There are not many people you can count on in this world, but my mom is one of them!
Heart disease runs in my family. One of my first best friends passed away from an aortic rupture when I was in college, my grandpa. Since my mom had to work full time in order to support us, my family helped out by watching us. Quickly my grandpa became my partner in crime. He taught me that free throws are the most important part of a basketball game and made me practice 50 shots before dinner. Whenever I wanted to play Monopoly (although I am sure this drove him nuts) he would agree. We grew up watching the Chicago Cubs and the Price is Right. Trust me, when the wind blows during my training runs and on Marathon day, I know that will be my grandpa giving me a push of encouragement. At mile 20, I will be begging for the wind to help those final 6.2 miles.
I am running this year’s Bank of America Chicago Marathon for the American Heart Association. I have a personal fundraising goal of trying to raise $1,000 but if we can raise $1,500 that would even be better!!!! I want to thank you in advance for any support you can offer me, and if it’s not financial just words of encouragement will be great!
~ Keep Smiling, Kim :)