Back in 2009, I laced up my sneakers and ran
my first 5K—mostly to prove I could. Turns out, I could—and then
some. I have got the lost toenails and blisters to prove it. Since
then, I have logged hundreds of miles in every kind of race: 4-milers,
10-milers, half marathons, even a few marathons (and yes, mud runs, because why
not?). I have done most of them with my partner-in-crime, a die-hard Yankees
fan (yes, Yankees. I know.) Somehow, this unlikely duo-her pinstripes, me in my
elite Boston Red Sox gear have survived every race without a single
rivalry-related injury.
Now, we’re taking on the NYC Marathon for Heal the Planet,
because Earth’s the only home we’ve got. And unlike our teams’ playoff chances
some years, the planet’s a cause worth fighting for.
Every dollar keeps me moving (literally) and
helps fund a greener future. So, donate now—because nothing says ‘I believe in
you’ like sponsoring my pain for a cause. Let’s make these 26.2 miles count!
