About Me-Why I Run
I was afraid when I found out that I might die early. I have had a grand adventure and I don’t want it to stop. That’s not why I was afraid of my cancer diagnosis, however. I didn’t want to leave a mess for my wife, children, my parents, and the rest of my family and friends. I was going to let them down. I was angry that there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do about it.
I had to stop running, my way of coping with any of life’s difficulties. I lost a little control (battle) of my body. I struggled with sleeping well. I couldn’t help our family income and I couldn’t be the kind of dad that I wanted to be. Life changed.
But life went on.
“Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free It’s dizzying, the possibilities…” Throwing Stones, The Grateful Dead,1987.
Doctors here in Asheville and at Emory University Hospital gave me options. They pushed me around, beat me up and made me stronger. After a bone marrow transplant and a lot of tough times, I’m still here, I’m back to running, back at work, and I feel strong. So strong, in fact, that I want to pay all the love our family has felt over the past 2 years forward.
I want to show others struggling with this disease that you can’t fold up and go home. Don’t wait to die. Now is the time to bet it all. Throw those bones and let em ride. Don’t be afraid! You’re braver than you think, and your courage is going to generate more courage… and hope.. and a cure.
A cure for cancer, for so many years, was ignored by politicians who declared with disinterest,
“Ashes to Ashes, we all fall down”,
accepting this as our fate. What didn’t affect them personally didn’t get their support. All that has changed, and we’re no longer alone! With the Moonshot Cancer Initiative and the recent advances in immunotherapy, we can beat cancer together, but only if we’re all in.
I’m going to do my part.
On Sunday, April 1, 2018 (with a little help from my friends) I will start running from Jockey’s Ridge State Park on the Outer Banks of North Carolina will follow the Mountain To Sea Trail for about 1,175 miles all the way to Clingman’s Dome at the western end of the state. We are calling the event “Throwing Bones” as an homage to my jam band, Deadhead roots, the bones that cancer has punched, and to remind me to go all-in.
I will spend the next year and half training and preparing for this trip by staying healthy, mostly listening to my doctors and killing it on the trails. I’m quickly building up a fantastic team and they’re all going to get me there!
There is hope.
There will be a cure.
Until there is a cure, there is life.
I’m proof and I will not fade away.
How will you throw your bones?