I never dreamed I would be a marathoner.
My Bar Mitzvah suit had a prominent label inside the jacket that said HUSKY (and yes, it was all in caps.)
I have found that a Carvel ice cream cake makes a delicious evening meal.
When I eat nachos my two cats cower in fear, afraid of both the muffled devil sounds coming from my pie hole, and the noxious yellow processed cheese smeared across my face, and then on the couch, and then on the floor.
While my better half has hiked hundreds of miles on the Appalachian Trail, sometimes the hike from the couch to my bed feels like a death march.
However, life is always surprising, and I'm slowly inching, with Lipitor in hand, toward my 10th marathon. I owe this surprising bout of running fever to my most excellent high school cross country coach, a great teacher who instilled in me a love of speed work and distance when I was still a kid.
But what if you never had the chance to be a kid because a disease that can be prevented for $10 killed you before you could walk? Well, that's what malaria does. The big M kills one child in Africa every 30 seconds, and it can be prevented with a $10 long lasting insecticide treated net.
So I'm going to run (which I like), and swim and bike (which I both detest) to raise $5,810 for Malaria No More. That's $100 for each mile I'll run, bike and swim, and 581 nets.
I'll be running the San Francisco Marathon on July 31, 2011, and competing in the NYC Triathlon seven days later on August 7, 2011. With your help, I'll have the $5,810 in hand before I finish the tri. On this blog I'll be chronicling my training, including the horror of wearing a wet suit. And I'll also talk a lot about my fear of sharks, and how I actually believe Jaws is waiting for me in the Hudson River. So let's get the humiliation ball rolling, shall we? Have a gander at a Bar Mitzvah photo. And yes, I am wearing a pith helmet - the party had a safari theme. Oh, like yours didn't.
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