Why I Signed Up For A Half Marathon

I used to hate distance running. Growing up, I was a sprinter. The act of running was confined to short, powerful bursts, and it was over before my brain could register what was happening and commanded me to stop. That style of running served me well in sports and in getting away from my sister.

When I joined the Army, I knew there would be running but I felt misinformed as to how much running there would actually be. On the first morning at 0-dark-30, I discovered another level of distance running. I also learned that you could run up the same hill multiple times without ever running downhill. That experience challenged my sense of physics as well as my body every day for eight weeks. Filling up the rest of the day was running between buildings and tasks any time we were in a hurry and, in the Army, you’re always in a hurry. While the amount of running went down after basic training, there were still physical fitness tests that included a two-mile run at a pace that caused my lungs to burn. I wish had a fitness wearable to track all those miles. I would have rolled the digital odometer more than once.

When I left the Army, I couldn’t escape the running. I worked in an office of young, single twenty-somethings and there was always a 5K on the beach to support the whales, or the dolphins, or the turtles, or a 5K to support people that run 5Ks. After doing so many charity runs, I just kept running until running had become a core part of my workout routine.

I’m still not very good at it and it’s rare that I do a distance greater than a few miles, but the mental block that prevented my younger brain from enjoying the experience seems to have faded and my 5-mile jog along the water in Seattle has become a favorite tradition when I visit.

Five miles, though, is considerably shorter than the 13.1 miles that I’ll need to do to cross the finish line in November. When I think about how far I will have to run, I get nervous. When I look at the calendar and when I see that there are only a few weeks left, I get discouraged and negative. There’s not enough time left to train. I can’t do this. I start to question my life choices. Well, at least the one about signing up for the event.

Why, then, did I sign up?

Sometimes after a hard run, maybe it felt longer or I stopped more times than I wanted to, those fears and doubts come rushing in. But as I painfully climb my way up the four steps to our apartment, when I use whatever energy I have left to push the door open, I’ll hear “Daddy, how was your run?”

No matter how far I ran or how hard it was, I’m instantly energized. I don’t think about the pain or the negativity or the nerves. I think about my son and why I am running.

My son wakes up every day and takes a handful of pills. He may have already had a few seizures that disturbed his sleep. He has to will himself to get ready for school. He eats his high fat, mayonnaise and soy flour donuts and drinks his vitamins that sometimes upset his stomach. The drugs kick in and his brain swims in mind-altering medicine. His school is crowded, loud, and hard, but he walks through those doors and up those stairs and waves back at us as he passes through the glass atrium with a smile.

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I’m running for my son. I’m running for that smile. I wanted to do something hard because he runs a marathon every day. I want to see my son at the finish line and tell him that I did it for him.

Giving Thanks And Giving Back

Each December, we make a special end-of-year donation to a charity. This year, we are giving thanks and donating to the organizations that helped my son and our family through our first year with epilepsy.

We are very fortunate. Even though my son’s epilepsy is complicated, we have insurance, and I have a good job working with compassionate people who allow me to balance work with taking care of my son and my family. We’ve met a lot of other families that were less fortunate, and the groups that we are donating to this year provide help to everyone. That support and the research necessary to better understand epilepsy costs money, and that is why we are donating.

If you are looking for a place to put  a donation at the end of the year, each of these groups has had a direct, positive impact on my family, and I would appreciate any support you could give them.

Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia

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We spent more than two months on the Neurology floor in the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP). Many of those days, we were at the bedside of our son praying that the seizures would stop. Thankfully, we were able to eventually go home thanks to the many, many people at CHOP that took part in my son’s care. The doctors, therapists, Child Life Services, custodial staff, EEG and phlebotomy techs, volunteers, and especially the amazing nurses on the neurology floor, collectively took care of our son and our family, and we are unspeakably grateful.

You can donate to the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia on their Donation page.

Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia Ketogenic Kitchen

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Our son has refractory epilepsy, which means that he doesn’t respond well to medicine. To help with his seizures, we were put on the ketogenic diet. At CHOP, on-boarding to the keto diet is a week-long inpatient process where the children are monitored while adjusting to the diet and where the families are trained on how to be successful with the diet, including classes in the Keto Kitchen on measuring and cooking keto meals. The Keto Team also hosts keto cooking classes, and fund a culinary intern to explore more creative, tasty meals for the keto kids.

You can donate to the CHOP Keto Kitchen on their Donation page.

Epilepsy Foundation of Eastern Pennsylvania

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When my son was diagnosed with epilepsy, we spent the first few months in the hospital surrounded by an amazing support network. When we left the hospital, though, we felt very alone. We didn’t know who to talk to or where to find more information about our new world. We didn’t know what resources we would need or what was available. We didn’t know how to talk to the people around us about epilepsy. Fortunately, the resources available through the Epilepsy Foundation and the Epilepsy Foundation of Eastern Pennsylvania (EFEPA) helped. We walked in their Summer Stroll and learned more about other programs they had for the epilepsy community. They also came in to my son’s school and talked to his teachers and classmates about epilepsy. When the world seemed big, and scary, and dark, EFEPA provided a bit of light.

You can donate to the Epilepsy Foundation of Eastern Pennsylvania on their Donation page.

Epilepsy Foundation Of Eastern Pennsylvania Summer Stroll 2015

First, thank you to everyone that supported us for the Summer Stroll this year. I am not surprised at all that we have such kind and generous friends because of the love and concern you have shown us in this journey. But it was humbling and amazing to see our team total when we checked in. So, again, thank you!

The Summer Stroll was a mass of purple shirts, all people who have been affected by epilepsy. It was a bit surreal…the eventual realization that this is our community because we have been affected by epilepsy, too. And so have you. If you know us, then you know someone with epilepsy. If you don’t know us but are on this website, it’s likely because you know someone who has epilepsy, too.

We are in this together.