The words that best describe why I do what I do are best written by John "The Penguin" Bingham (featured in the April 2006 Edition of Runners World Magazine):
Our running shoes are really erasers. Every step erases a memory of a past failure. Every mile
brings us closer to a clean slate. Each footstrike rubs away a word, a look, or an event, which led us to believe that success
was beyond our grasp.
As it turns out, many penguins weren't running to anything.
We were running from bad habits and bad relationships; from the worst of ourselves in a desperate attempt to find the best
of ourselves. Ultimately we discovered that running was the means to that end.
The miracle isn't that I finished.
The miracle is that I had the courage to start.
I do this because I can. I do this because for all those years as a fat kid/teen/adult - people
looked at me like I was a worthless slug. Or maybe that was my own internal dialogue. Despite the pain in my back,
my knees, my feet - when some days it hurts more than one can imagine to just get out of bed...I just can't allow myself to
NOT keep moving.
Sometimes I feel that I have to prove myself...but to who? With my 20 year high school reunion
coming up in May, I feel the need to have something worthy to share. And what is more worthy than having helped raise
money for such a cause? And how many of the class of 1986 can say they've completed a full marathon?
But in the grand scheme of things, who really cares? Well, maybe not those I went to HS with...a
few perhaps will give a damn...the rest won't even know who the hell I am. But I can safely say, that in the eyes
of my teammates and those I walk the miles for - that I am worthy....and never in my life have I ever felt so loved.
That is worth the run...the walk....the shuffle...the slog.....