The Crazy People Need a Little Help
The only thing I run is late, so I find it absolutely mind-blowing when people willingly run marathons. It would take a rabid grizzly bear chasing me with a shotgun to get me to run THAT far. For reals.
Suffice to say, you will never catch me running in any sort of charity marathon. I'll walk, I'll bike, I'll do cartwheels, but I ain't running. NO WAY. People who run charity marathons are a very special brand of crazy in my eyes. It's a good sort of crazy, but I don't understand it. Actually, I sort of fear it.
I absolutely fear my friends who are running the Pittsburgh Marathon to benefit the Mario Lemiuex Foundation. ABSOLUTELY FEAR THEM. I also fear for them because @woycheck fully admits he "only runs marathons."
People. He's run this thing before and STILL hasn't done any training in preparation for this year. I'll be impressed if he finishes , not to mention survives.
The Crazy People are a little bit short of their fundraising goal, so if you're into helping the Mario Lemiuex Foundation do things like create playrooms in hospitals for sick kids, provide transitional housing for people moving from a hospital to home, and just plain fighting the hideous beast that is cancer, maybe you'll help them out with a buck or two?
You can donate here.
Adrienne, Katie, Jim, the other Jim, and Mike thank you.
P.S. I have $10 on someone puking before the finish line.
P.P.S. If they hit their goal, I'll tell you about the time I made a complete ass of myself to Miss America. Yes, THE Miss America. Total ass. Only two people in the whole wide world know about it.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Reader Comments (7)
I donated, because there is no way I'd ever run. I used to volunteer at the finish line and saw LOTS of puking.
Done! I'm dying to here this story about Miss America...so if you don't end up telling it this time...you can use it again later to bribe me into something else.
Here? Really? I meant HEAR. I swear.
Once upon a time I got it in my head that I wanted to run a marathon.
And then I came to my senses.
But I am in awe of (and a little confused by) my friends who do it. Especially those who claim to do it "for fun".
because i will never run a marathon, not even if the bear with a gun is chasing me, and because you asked, i donated.
I love that you basically don't have any faith that I'll survive.
I also love that you did this - thank you!
Too kind of you to post this. We're hoping for minimal casualties, but no promises!