Why I’m Pegleg
“The time has come, To talk of many things: Of rods–and pins–and surgeries–of how Pegleg came to be…” Excerpted from the Peglog: The warm, misty weather was odd for a Sunday night in early winter. It was the 7th of January, seven days after my birthday and seven months since Mom died. On New Year’s … Continue reading
Reach the Beach 2010: Better on the Way Down
Last weekend I had the best running experience of my life. It was the most fun thing I’ve done since spending 3 months in the Patagonia backcountry over 10 years ago. The relationship, I think, is committing your whole self to a physical quest, testing your limits and achieving both an individual and team goal. … Continue reading
Dedicate a mile and help me get to Marathon
Twenty-six-point-two miles is a long way to go, and the only way to get there is one stride at a time, one mile at a time. Every time I run, every time I feel the pinpricks of pain in my pegleg that wasn’t there before, I remember I’m alive. And every breath I take is … Continue reading
I never wanted to run a marathon but I will for my Mom, for Gilda’s Club and for You
I never wanted to run a marathon because I love running too much. I knew I could run that far but I did not want to hurt myself proving it. Then I got hurt – hit by a car outside my house, left unconscious, bleeding in the street with a shattered leg. That was 7 … Continue reading
I run for Gilda’s Club
When you learn someone you love has cancer, or maybe it’s you, it’s daunting. It’s complicated. It’s scary. And really sad. I would never have found Gilda’s Club on my own. I would never have found a group. I’d have talked a lot about my anxiety to everyone who’d listen, though. Like at the bar … Continue reading
Run, Pegleg, RUN! 