I am reminded...

Shame on me for I have been a bad blogger. After my last post about my injury I started feeling a little overwhelmed. An injured knee, a busy work schedule and a lull in fundraising had me feeling ready to throw in the towel...which I don't even really care to admit. Then a little spark lit the fire again.

Unexpectedly, I was contacted by a friend whom I hadn't seen in a couple years. She told me that her family had very suddenly lost her grandfather to acute myelocytic lymphoma. It really hit home for me and reminded me again of why I even joined the Team in Training group to begin with.

Every single person going through cancer treatment or having lost their battle with cancer is somebody's "someone"--a grandfather, father, sister, mother or child. The list could go on. I know that every mile I run and every cent that gets donated is helping bring a little bit of peace to the families who have had cancer interfere with their happy lives. I hope that one day soon it will bring the peace of a cure.

Thank you to my friend for reminding me how important this is. I am grateful for your inspiration and proud to honor your grandfather.