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K-State Is Going To The SWEET 16! And I Went To Virginia.

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I jinxed myself on Saturday night. I’m a graduate of Kansas State University, so when Kansas lost to Northern Iowa (yeah!), I told some folks I was with at a pasta dinner that if K-State won to make it to the Sweet 16, I could run a terrible race on Sunday and it would still be a great weekend. Well, Kansas State beat BYU to make it to the Sweet 16 and I ran a terrible race on Sunday. And it was a GREAT weekend! How ’bout them Wildcats!

I’m proud of my alma mater. After big wins, we always say, “It’s a great day to be a Wildcat!” Well, it’s a great day to be a Kansas State Wildcat! Of course, every day, win or lose, is a great day to be a Wildcat. Oh, and I’m not sorry about your brackets if you picked KU. I never would have told you to do that.

OK, on to the rest of my weekend.

First Things First: The Race
I had an epic bonk in my marathon. You can read about it here and experience the misery without actually feeling the pain I got to feel! Also, there was a brief article in the Virginia Pilot about what I’m doing today.

Take United Off My List Of Preferred Airlines
My weekend got off to a rocky start with my flight out to Virginia. My flight out of Los Angeles was delayed an hour, which was a bummer for two reasons. First, I could have spent more time at home. I left at 7:30 p.m., but I could have stayed and put the kids to bed. On top of that, though, my window to switch planes in Philadelphia dropped from 1:11 to 11 minutes. So, I pretty much knew I’d be close, but wouldn’t make it.

Delayed flights happen and there’s no way I was going to make it through a year without something like that happening. But it was what happened right before my flight that really got me steamed. They were making announcements that people in Zone 4 (the last boarding zone, which I was in) would probably need to check their carry-on suitcases because the flight was full.

I was in line, and I was the first person in Zone 4 through. When they let us through, they stopped me and told me I’d have to check my bag. On Delta last month, they made me check it right before I got onto the plane, but the overheads were truly full. Here, they were clearly doing this to me because I was in Zone 4.

I could tell that they had no clue what was really going on in the plane, because there was still a line to get on. They were guessing it might be full and I was getting a bum deal. When I asked them if it was full, they said it was going to be. But the man with the two bags scooted right by when I was asking talking to the lady.

I was pretty mad, and I yelled, “You’re letting HIM on with two bags and you won’t let me take one?” So they stopped him and checked his ticket. He was in Zone 4 and they made him check one. He got pretty angry and took his bag and slammed it on the ground and started yelling. They told him they weren’t going to let him on the plane since he was irate. He eventually calmed down and checked a bag. Meanwhile, dozens of people with other bags for the overhead in Zone 4 were cruising right by. Apparently, duffel bags are OK, but a bag the same size with little tiny wheels is not.

I was concerned about checking my bag, because they had no clue what flight I would be on since I was staring at a very real possibility of a missed flight. I was actually the very last person on the plane because I was sorting things out and much to my surprise, I counted six different spots in the overheads where my bag would have fit. I asked the flight attendant why they made me check my bag, and he just gave me a shrug with a dopey smile and said, “I don’t know. I’m sorry!”

I got to Philadelphia and wanted to make sure my bag was going to make it to Virginia. I missed my flight that would have gotten me to Norfolk at 8:35 a.m. and instead got on one that got me there at 10:40 a.m., which is what I had talked about with the woman in LA. But she scheduled it on a flight to Norfolk that arrived at 12:30 p.m. and put me on a flight to Washington D.C. through Chicago. Fortunately, I got my ticket and my bag fixed.

So, thanks, United. Thanks for nothing.

Scary Sight
I was asleep on my first flight, and I heard a lady saying “Sir! Sir!” So I wake up, look in the aisle, and there’s a man in the aisle on his knees looking woozy and he’s about two feet from my face. Waking up to this was extremely bizarre, to say the least. I’ve never been trained in how to react when there’s a woozy man on his knees in the aisle of an airplane staring at you as you wake up on a red-eye flight, so I didn’t know what to do.

All of a sudden, he tipped over sideways. I caught him from my seat, and then two male flight attendants rushed over to help. So he stands up, kind of wobbly, and then passes out and falls to the ground. I asked the flight attendants if there was anything I could do to help and I got no response. They asked him if he wanted oxygen or something to drink and he said no. So they got him to sit in his seat, which apparently was the seat in front of mine. Then he went to sleep.

I sat there for a couple of minutes observing, because I’m always a little suspicious on a plane. But everything seemed OK, so I went back to sleep. Weird.


At least while I was waiting in Philly, I got to start working on this blog.

There’s my plane, pulling away from the gate … I JUST missed it! Note: It was a JET!

There’s my new plane, with PROPELLERS!

I Really Exist!
I got to meet a nice man named Dwight Kane on Saturday at the expo. He’s been following along since last summer and we’ve communicated quite a bit. It’s kind of cool traveling around the country and meeting everybody. Dwight really exists! And so do I!


One of these guys ran a terrible race on Sunday. The other guy is Dwight … he got a PR!

I met this guy at the expo, too. I told him the picture was for my kids, but I think he was on to me.

Thank You, Peterson Family!
I stayed with an old college friend and her family over the weekend. She has two adorable little girls and a really nice husband and we did some young-family things, like playing with the kids, going to a park for a walk with the dog, etc. Of course, we also watched our Kansas State Wildcats advance to the Sweet 16, something Kansas couldn’t do!

Here’s a picture from the park. You just don’t see stuff like this where I live.


The only way you see something like this where I live is if somebody posts a picture taken in Virginia.

I was going to take a picture of a turtle I saw pop out of the water, but by the time I got my camera out, it was gone. Yeah, I was too slow for a turtle. I should have taken that as a sign about my race on Sunday.

On Sunday, Jill told me her dog Boomer really wanted to be in my blog, so here he is:

They got him when her husband, an officer in the Air Force (thank you for your service, Cory!) was stationed in Oklahoma. Boomer is named after “Boomer Sooner,” the University of Oklahoma’s fight song. As a K-State grad, that’s unacceptable and I was going to out her in here. BUT, they rescued him and that was already his name. So, that’s acceptable. He’s a pretty cool dog.


There you go, Jill. I posted the photo like I promised!

Thank You, Ryan Conrad!
A runner named Ryan Conrad put together a pasta dinner on Saturday night and I got to meet quite a few runners who were interested in Operation Jack. I do so much from my computer and interact with a lot of people, but it’s nice to meet people and talk to people. I spent about 2 1/2 hours there Saturday night and willingly sacrificed watching the first half of the Kansas State Wildcats’ win over BYU to advance to the Sweet 16, so that’s a pretty good indication that it was a nice time.

Ryan gave me a really nice card that really made my weekend. It’s pretty cool to be on my side of things. It’s tough and exhausting, but it’s certainly pretty rewarding at times. I’m still looking forward to 2011 big-time, though!

Oh, and of course, I was an idiot and left my camera in the car and forgot to take pictures. So you’ll just have to believe the dinner really happened.


Me and Ryan about 15 hours after dinner.

My Daughter Is Bad Luck!
I recorded this literally on my way out the door to the airport on Friday night. Yeah, that didn’t happen.

I Feel So Disloyal!
I TOTALLY cheated on In-N-Out yesterday, eating Five Guys. And I’m not gonna lie. It was good. Good, good, good. Here’s how good it was: It was re-heated and probably an hour or so old when I ate it, and it was good, good, good.

I’m having Five Guys again next Sunday (fresh this time) in Knoxville, and I think I’m going to have In-N-Out later that night when I get home to California. I’ll definitely report back to y’all on that one.


Yeah, this was CRAZY good.

OK, That’s Enough For Today
Sorry about the blog overload today. I wonder how many of you actually made it to the bottom. If you did, then you can see that I said thank you for making it to the bottom, and have a great Monday!

Race Report: Shamrock Marathon

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I get a lot of positive feedback on Operation Jack, but I try to deflect compliments, because I have a tough time really believing that I’m worthy of them. All I’m really doing is taking advantage of a gift I’ve been given — big deal! But when I receive cards like the one I received from a runner named Ryan Conrad on Saturday night, I know I’ve made the right decision to attempt this. And I know I made the right decision to run Sunday’s Shamrock Marathon in his city, Virginia Beach.

I won’t get into too many details of his card, but he so totally believes in what I’m doing that he dedicated his race Sunday, only his second marathon, to Jack. That’s the kind of stuff that can almost make a grown man cry. I said almost, because I didn’t. And I said almost because it was almost. Nevertheless, I was pretty excited to run Virginia Beach on Sunday. I liked the course profile and I was expecting a big day.

I arrived at the start in plenty of time and was interviewed by a reporter from the daily paper in Virginia Beach for a story that’s running Monday (yeah!). After that, I headed over to the start to find Ryan. We caught up about 10 minutes before the gun and I wished him well. I went up near the 3:10 pacers, because I thought I could go somewhere around 3:07 or so.

I want to give a quick rundown on the course, because I really, really liked it. I’m seeing a lot of them, so it’s getting easier to make comparisons. This one had a little bit of everything. We ran in the city, along the boardwalk by the beach, through wooded areas, into neighborhoods, onto military bases, past lighthouses and through what I believe was some kind of nature preserve. There was a little bit of everything, the volunteers and organization seemed great and I’m really glad I ran this race. It’s one that’s going to be tough for me to get to again, just because it’s so far away, but it’s a race I’d definitely recommend.

Anyways, the race … I decided about two minutes before the race to go with a similar strategy that I had at Napa a couple of weeks ago. I was going to try for a sub-3 again (6:52 pace), but instead of waiting six miles to back off if it wasn’t there, I was only giving myself two miles this time and then I’d immediately drop into running between a 7:05 and 7:10 pace. The first two miles were pretty good and I was holding up, but I wasn’t feeling it and I backed off a bit. I just had a feeling I was better off easing up a bit.

Unlike Napa, where I waited until mile six before falling apart and struggling to find any kind of rhythm, I got into a pretty good groove and started ticking off miles the way I wanted to. I don’t specifically remember my times, but I was watching and I really thought I was in line for somewhere in between a 3:05 and 3:10. Probably in that 3:08 range, depending on how well I kicked.

I felt fairly strong, although not too fast, but I was comfortable with my strength and consistency. I had no cause for alarm. I got a nice little boost at about mile 12. I was just moving along, running my race, when a runner named Shawn came up next to me out of nowhere. Apparently, he had sprinted up from the 3:10 group just to chat with me for a minute. He told me he followed my blog online and was really excited about what I’m doing. I don’t think words can really explain how cool it is to hear something like that! It didn’t almost make me cry, but it was pretty cool! I’m not the greatest talker during a race, but I basically told him thanks and told him to drop me a line.

That gave me a huge boost. Somebody I didn’t even know and wasn’t expecting to see sought me out and had nice things to say! I was on cloud nine! And then about four miles later, I crashed down to earth.

On Saturday, I caught a red-eye out to Virginia and didn’t make time for breakfast or lunch. Mile 16 is where I ran out of gas on Sunday. I had been running consistently in the 7:10 range, and I dropped off instantly to slower than an 8:00/mile pace. I was actually pretty close to 8:30 or so. My 3:08 disappeared in a hurry. So did 3:10. I was hoping I could pull it together for a 3:15 and still get another Boston qualifier, but I had nothing. It started getting warm (it had to have been in the 70s when I finished) and I actually started feeling faint. I knew this was an epic bonk, and I wasn’t liking it. Lesson learned — my body needs food!

I started slipping towards a 3:18 or 3:19, and tried as hard as I could to stay under 3:20. I knew I was going to be tight and it all depended on how well I had run the tangents. The mile markers seemed a tiny bit inconsistent to me, so I wasn’t sure how far I really had to go. We made the final turn onto the boardwalk and I could see the finish line up ahead. I didn’t know how far it was, but it was roughly half a mile and I was at 3:17.

I powered with everything I had, but I was cramping in both of my calves. I NEVER cramp during races, so this was a first. I altered my stride a little bit to be careful, and I did all I could, but it wasn’t enough. I went 3:20:23. Definitely a disappointing day. I gave it all I had, but I didn’t have enough and I can blame myself for that.

Ryan finished two minutes behind me, an 18-minute PR! It was good to see him at the finish and we hung out for a bit. I struggled to get on track physically. I was thisclose to going to the med tent because I felt pretty faint. I tried and failed to eat a banana, but a bag of pretzels did the trick and I got my bearings back after about 20 minutes.


Me and Ryan after the race. He had an 18-minute PR in a race he dedicated to Jack! YEAH!

All-in-all, it was a beautiful course and a nice race. I just blew it with my nutrition on Saturday. I wasn’t particularly well-rested, but I’m getting used to that and I don’t think that was a factor. The Los Angeles Marathon was also on Sunday, and I committed to Virginia Beach before LA locked in its date, but I’m definitely glad it worked out this way. I met some good people and I think Operation Jack and Train 4 Autism are better off with me hitting this one.

14 down, 46 to go!

Weekend Preview: Race #14, Shamrock Marathon (Virginia Beach)

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I’d like to give a good assessment of how I think I’ll run in the Shamrock Marathon in Virginia Beach, Va. this Sunday, but truth be told, I have absolutely no clue. The course looks great, but I don’t have much of an idea where I stand physically, and I’m taking exhaustion to a new level this weekend.

Standard Intro
Just in case you’re new to the site, my name is Sam and I’m a marathon runner and a father of three young children. My middle child, 6 1/2-year-old Jack, is severely autistic. To take advantage of some physical gifts I’ve been given, and to try to make a purpose out the struggles Jack goes through, I’m attempting to run 60 marathons in 2010 to raise money and awareness for a charity I’m a part of called Train 4 Autism. So far, I’m on target. I’ve completed 13 marathons. Only 47 to go!

The Contest
Before I get into details on the race, I want y’all to know about a new weekly contest I started this month based on a great suggestion from loyal Operation Jack supporter Jen Morgan. Guess my time in my race and you win your choice of an Operation Jack t-shirt, tech shirt or sweatshirt.

Now, you know I’m trying to raise money, so there’s a catch to it (a small, painless catch). To guess my time, you have to make a donation. But it’s a really small donation, because I run these marathons at a fairly good pace. If you think I’m going to run a 3:10, donate $3.10. If you think I’m going to run a 3:12, donate $3.12. I don’t think you can even buy a large coffee at Starbucks. So, it’s cheap, it’s easy and if you believe in what I’m trying to do, you’d enter just because it gives me a nice psychological boost when I see the donations come across. It’s how I know I’m not alone!

Anyways, last week’s winner was Jamie Fellrath. He guessed I’d run a 3:48, and that’s exactly what I did. So, an Operation Jack tech shirt is heading his direction. Please, play along this week! Oh, for the record, the winner is the person who comes the closest without going under (this isn’t The Price Is Right — underbidding is the disqualifier!). In the case of a tie, I’ll draw a winner at random. To help, though, I’ll give you some analysis of the race. With that being said, …

Analysis Of The Race
Looking at the course map, it’s a dream. It’s absolutely a PR course. The elevation varies between 20 feet above sea level and 40 feet above sea level. That’s about as flat as it gets. There are three little bumps on the course, which I’m guessing are overpasses. That’s as perfect as you can get.

The weather forecast, as of last night, was a high of 67, low of 52, which means it will probably be in the mid- to high-50s during the race. That’s not perfect, but it’s pretty darn close to perfect. BUT, there’s a 40 percent chance of scattered thunderstorms. The math says that’s a 60 percent chance of no thunderstorms, but that’s something I’ll certainly be keeping my eye on over the next few days.

I’ve run in the rain, and that doesn’t bother me. Wind is a hassle, and it’s possible since the course is right there along the coast. All-in-all, I have a lot of favorable factors going into this race.

But there are some potential pitfalls. First, I haven’t run much this week. Last Saturday’s Catalina Marathon really tore up my quads and I’ve been in pain ever since. My only run since then was 6.5 miles on hills with six hill sprints this morning. It was OK, but I’m still a tiny bit sore. I think I’ll feel pretty good by Sunday, but I’m not where I’ve normally been five days after a marathon this year. Also, I’m taking my first red-eye flight of Operation Jack, so I’m sure I’ll be a little tired. Aside from not getting any sleep other than on the plane Friday night, my West Coast body will be running on East Coast time.

I’m going to head out trying to run miles in the 7:05 range, targeting a 3:05 or so. If I’m feeling great, I’ll push it a bit. If I struggle, I’ll do what I can to hold on for dear life. I’m not trying to win anything, but if it was (and I hope you are), I’d make a donation of $3.11. That’s my guess. Now you make yours!

Video Of The Day Week Month!
Jack does little things here and there and he likes to draw on his Magna Doodle toy. But last night, while I was hanging out in the playroom, he drew a little picture on a whiteboard toy and then erased it before I could get a picture. But I got the video camera on my phone ready just in case he did it again. And he did! Afterwards, I tried to get his attention so he would say hi, and he kind of did that, too!

Now, I have to warn you. This video is deceiving. He almost looks normal, but that’s far from the case. He struggles with tasks all day and he doesn’t spontaneously use language. You’ll notice that I had to call his name three times, then nudge his chin to get him to look at me before saying “haaaaaaa”. But his drawing shows us that he’s observant and there’s some thought going on inside that head of his.

We’re really excited about this. This is huge, huge progress for Jack!

That’s All For Today, Everybody!
Have a great weekend! And don’t forget to enter the contest! I’ll have a race report up at some point on Sunday.

What's Up With OJ Wednesday

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It’s Wednesday, which means I have a great opportunity to re-use my headline. Each Wednesday, I’ll take the opportunity to run down a few miscellaneous items impacting Operation Jack. I’ve got some geek talk, clothing talk and food talk. Welcome to my boring little world.

Running Update
I’ve been battling to get over sore quads since Saturday’s race, anxious to see if I’m stronger after battling those ridiculous hills. Sunday was a scheduled rest day, Monday was a turn-back day and yesterday was a forced rest day because I was still in too much pain. For those of you who think I’m not human, I swear — I really am!

I got up to run this morning, but Jack had been getting up since 3 a.m., and during the 10 minutes I was getting ready, he had gotten up three times. So I stayed back to help with him and let Tiff sleep. Maybe I’ll try to run tonight. But I still haven’t run since Catalina, which makes me a little nervous.

Congrats To Contest Winner Jamie Fellrath!
One of my new features here is a weekly contest to guess my time. Make a guess in the form of a donation (if you think I’m going to run a 3:12, donate $3.12, etc.) and the winner gets their choice of an Operation Jack t-shirt, tech shirt or sweatshirt. Jamie made a $3.48 donation and I went 3:48:39. Lucky for him, I really turned it on in the final mile and chased down two people I saw ahead of me.

The first guy I picked off finished 22 seconds behind me (gun time) and I would have run a 3:49:01 if I had finished at the same time as him. Somebody else guessed I’d run a 3:49, so Jamie owes me when I meet him in Cleveland! He’d better be wearing his gear!

Incidentally, I’m kind of a numbers geek. Well, there’s no kind of to it. I was the star of the math team in junior high. But anyways, I was bummed when I checked the results. I finished 26th overall. If one more person would have finished ahead of me, it would have been the third time this year I’d finished 27th overall! 3x3x3 = 27 so it would have been 3 x (3x3x3)!

OK, I’m done geeking out.

Actually, I’m Not Done Geeking Out
It took about two lines of code, but I made a switch yesterday and if you notice, we’re at operationjack.org now, not operationjack.com. I think that since we’re a cause, we’re better off living at .org. Any page you attempt to hit at .com will automatically go to that page at .org now. Good idea? Bad idea? I think it was a good idea, and my vote carries the most weight, but you can still let me know what you think.

OK, I’m really done geeking out now.

OJ Gear Isn’t Just For Contest Winners!
I’d love to outfit you in one of our t-shirts, tech shirts or sweatshirts! For more info, check out our donation levels on our Sponsors page. You can also earn it chasing a 10×10. Is it tacky if I beg for help like this?

Attention Orange County Runners!
On May 1, the night before the Orange County Marathon, we’re going to have a pasta dinner. It’s going to be fairly inexpensive and the focus will be on Train 4 Autism. Our leaders will be there to talk about the charity and it should be a wonderful evening. We’re still finalizing the exact time and location, but I’ll definitely be announcing that when it’s set and it’s definitely going to be on May 1 in South Orange County. If you can, keep your calendar clear, because I’d love to see you there!

Attention Virginia Beach Runners!
Huge thanks to Ryan Conrad, who put together a pasta dinner for this Saturday in Virginia Beach. If you’re going to be in Virginia Beach, I’d love to see you there. Here are the details. Gotta eat, right?

2010 = 60. But What About 2011?
I touched on this a tiny bit yesterday, but I’m kind of starting to think about 2011 in the back of my mind (way, way, way in the back). I’m not going to do this 60 marathon thing again. But we’re gaining momentum and I’m suspecting we’ll have a pretty good group by the end of the year and I don’t want to just throw it all away. Those of you who follow me believe in helping others, and I’m hoping we can figure out a good way to do keep doing good things next year.

I’ll probably post something like this at least once a month the rest of the year. If you have any ideas for next year, send them my way. In the meantime, I’ll be scratching my head to come up with something.

Ice Cream Update
I haven’t touched on my ice cream streak lately, but I had a vanilla/chocolate frozen yogurt swirl yesterday, running my streak of consecutive days eating ice cream or frozen yogurt to 45 days. I’ve got about two months until I set a new all-time record. I think my best was 110 days last year, but it’s going to be tough to reach that. It can be a lot more difficult than you’d think to get ice cream when I’m on the road, which is every week.

That’s All For Today
I hope you enjoy your lunch as much as I am. I’m having that traditional Irish meal, In-N-Out. Tiff’s cooking something a little more American tonight, corned beef and cabbage.

I Crack Jokes, But It's Not Always Fun And Games

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I was prepared to write about keeping focused during the ups and downs of a long, difficult mission, and I had a perfect example to talk about. But Jack’s struggling right now, and I’m too distracted to write about anything other than him. Poor little dude is having a really rough go right now.

First a real quick introduction in case you’re not aware of who me and Jack are and what we’re doing. Jack is my 6 1/2 year old son and he’s severely autistic. I’m a runner and I’m planning on running 60 marathons this year to help raise money and awareness for Train 4 Autism, a wonderful charity I’m a part of and that I believe in.

That being said, for the past couple of weeks, Jack’s been in a lot of pain. It seems like it’s been his stomach, but it’s tough to tell, because his verbal communication is very, very limited. On top of that, when he gets frustrated or upset, he punches himself in the head, which leads to headaches. It’s a vicious cycle, which has led to long days filled with meltdowns, plus long nights in which he’s been waking up crying.

For the past couple of years, we’ve suspected that Jack has various internal/digestive problems. We’ve gone to several specialists to try to get an answer, but we haven’t gotten reasonable conclusions from anybody. In the midst of these problems recently, we went to his pediatrician to try to find answers and she sent us for some x-rays of his body. That procedure was Friday morning.

On Friday night, while Tiff and I were eating dinner in Catalina, we got a call from the pediatrician, who let us know why he was in so much pain. He’s very badly constipated (like VERY badly), which is causing the pain. We have about week’s worth of things to do to help him through this, and it’s going to be a very difficult, trying process. Tiff was pretty upset, but it was pretty easy for me to see the positive side to this. First, at least we knew what was causing the pain. And even better, we knew it was nothing permanent. He’ll be through this in a week.

We started with the milk of magnesia and some laxatives, plus some adjustments to his diet, and he’s getting better, but he was laying on the ground crying tremendous pain last night. It was so upsetting to see him like that. As I watched Benjamin and Ava playing together and having fun, I was just thinking, “What did Jack do to deserve this existence?” He doesn’t get to play much, he’s in school and/or therapy seven days a week, he gets upset because he can’t fully communicate, and he’s frequently in pain. What kind of life is my little guy living? How truly happy or upset is he?

I was looking at him as he was struggling last night. He’s not the only disabled child I know and I feel so bad for kids who don’t get a fair shake. It made me start thinking about next year. I’m not doing this 60-marathon thing again. But if I have enough people rallying together to make a difference, I’m kind of starting to wonder what I want to do, because I know I’ll want to keep the momentum rolling. I want to do something and help somebody if I can. Maybe it’ll be a pretty heavy effort (just not every weekend away) to continue to help Train 4 Autism grow.

Or maybe Train 4 Autism will be fulling rolling the way I hope and I can also help towards another great cause. There are plenty of bad things in this world and I know I’ll be fighting something.

Anyways, that’s what was on my mind last night when I started to write. I had something in mind that I was going to write, but I really couldn’t focus because I was too upset about Jack. And as I looked at him, and saw a sweet, innocent little boy suffer, it made me realize how happy I am now that I’m using my running to help kids who need help. I’ve thought about next year and talked a tiny bit about next year in very broad, vague terms to some people, but I guess I’ll just throw it out there in writing that I’m going to continue to try to capitalize on whatever I can build this year to help out next year.

So, that’s all I have for today. Sometimes the purpose of this blog is for you to live vicariously through the ding-dong who’s running 60 marathons. Well, that’s what’s on my mind today. And my quads still hurt from Saturday. I took a rest day again today.

Have a great Tuesday everybody! Wear your green tomorrow!