A year ago I couldn't walk a mile without collapsing into a quivering pile of goo. On March 12, I am going to run 13.1 - that's 69,168 feet, or 20,960 meters if you are European. Let's use my stronger heart to raise some money to help some other hearts!
Legend has it that, in 490 BCE, the Greek runner Phidippides ran 140 miles from Athens to Sparta, another 140 back to Athens, marched 26 miles to Marathon, fought the Persians, and then ran another 26 miles in full armor to report the Greek victory back to Athens. Compared to that, running a meager 13 miles (or contributing a few bucks to the AHA) doesn't seem like much, does it? And how much money did Phidippides raise to fight heart disease? Zero dollars (or drachma, or whatever). See, we are already better than him, and much less likely to die from exhaustion.
If you are still not convinced, take a close look at my photo. Peeking over my left shoulder……that’s Cthulu. If we don’t meet our fundraising goal, I’m afraid he might wake up and eat us all, probably starting with me. Sure, he looks small, but he has a pretty nasty reputation. Best we not chance it, OK? Please?