I’m not fast — not even remotely — but I’ve got a great pair of running shoes and a mindset that won’t let me quit. That should be enough to put 10 miles under my legs, right?

 

Truthfully, I’m not entirely sure. But what I do know is that I’ve been able to do some pretty incredible things in my life — like becoming a pseudo-expert in one topic and informing an entire community in the span of eight hours, running a 5K while wearing a 40-pound sousaphone or, my proudest accomplishment, eating nine bowls of chili in one sitting.

 

But this time, it’s not about me (or my chili).

 

I’ve decided to run the Twin Cities 10 Mile for those sitting in hospital rooms who smile ear to ear at the smell of fresh air. For those with PICC lines pumping antibiotics into their blood to fight infections. For those who decorate their hospital rooms with Spider-Man party decorations and celebrate their birthdays not with friends, but with the nurses they know far too well.

 

I’m doing this because I’ve been there.

 

Cystic fibrosis is no easy battle, and it’s not pretty by any means. If I’m in a position to raise money for kids and adults who, like me, are fighting the same battle, you better believe every fiber in me is going to do what it can to help.

 

Please consider donating any amount you’re able so the kids with the Spider-Man party decorations can one day run the Twin Cities 10 Mile.

 

Thank you.