"Debbie Green was a 7 year old girl from Benwood, WV. She was like every other little girl…she loved going to school, cheerleading, and playing with her friends. Debbie was loved by all who knew her. She enjoyed life to the fullest. In 1970, Debbie was diagnosed with leukemia. For two long years, she battled the disease with courage and determination. On February 10, 1972, friends from all over the Ohio Valley put on a benefit show for her, calling it “Debbie Green Day”, helping her during her difficult time. That day meant so much to Debbie and her family, but in less than 2 months, on April 4, 1972, Debbie lost her courageous battle with leukemia. Now, from tragedy comes triumph, and from sadness comes hope. Debbie’s memory lives on with this wonderful event which benefits local children who also suffer from leukemia and need our love and support, just like Debbie did 38 years ago."
Yesterday I struggled with the "why am I doing this" question. Hubs thinks that driving 2 hours to walk 3.1 miles is just plain silly. He's trying to be supportive, but he just doesn't get it. And I can't blame him for that. But this morning I posted a link to the race on Facebook and up pops Debbie Green's story...and it hit me. The outcome doesn't really matter for me. Why did I pay money to walk 3 miles? "Proceeds of the event will benefit a local recipient who suffers from leukemia."
This is for a fellow West Virginian. It's for someone who can't think about things like running/walking a 5k, 10k, HM, or Marathon...because their thoughts are focused on getting better, on surviving. They don't question whether living is important because the choice is literally life or death. And if my little bit of money helps them or their family even a little with hospital costs or living costs, then it's completely worth it. I need to remember that tonight...it's really not about me.
The motto or tagline of this race is simple -- Race for a reason. That's what I hope to do tonight. For the WVian suffering with lukemia, for my kids who believe I can do anything and never doubt me, for my husband who puts up with what I want even when he doesn't really understand, for people here on Spark who don't think they could ever walk a 5k, and for the child I was and the woman I want to be. (Okay, so it's a little about me.)
My clothes are in the dryer now. My iPhone is charging. My kids are getting ready to go up to Grandma's for a camping trip. Hubs is getting a little more sleep. I'm looking up directions and am about to print out my receipt so I make sure I have proof that I signed up and paid. And then we're off around 2:30pm. I'll post some pictures tomorrow for everyone. And, most of all, I'm not going to focus on the fact that the scale isn't budging and I'm getting a little frustrated by it. (I'll deal with that tomorrow.)
I'll be back tomorrow as a woman who has completed a 5k.