I’m running the Hamptons Half Marathon in Southampton tomorrow. It’s sort of a return to the beginning for me.
Prior to running it for the first time in 2010, I had actually run the New York City full marathon twice. But the Hamptons was the first time I ran a race with Team in Training. And it’s where, thanks to the kick-ass coaches of Team in Training, I learned the proper way to train for a long-distance race without doing something stupid or hurting myself.
2010 was a hell of year.
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I’ll cut to the chase. I want to end cancer. And to do that, I want you to donate some of your hard-earned money. If you’ve got another cancer or charity you like to give to, give to them. But if you’re here and have five bucks or a hundred or whatever, let’s do this thing. I’ll be chipping in my own money. And I’ll be running a marathon.
Fact: A kid diagnosed with blood cancer in the 1960s had a 4% chance of survival. A kid today has a 90% chance. And that’s thanks to scientific advances made possible by the money you donate.
READ MORE and DONATE HERE! PLEASE!
The best bar in the whole world — and I’m not just saying that because it’s a one-minute walk from my apartment and they nursed me through my separation (like any good bar would) — is doing its part to fight cancer. Well, sort of. One of my fellow Team in Training people is cohosting a fundraiser there tonight and you should go.
Team in Training raises money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma society. Half of the proceeds will go there, the other half to the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. If you don’t go, it means you love cancer
Two Causes Same Fight
Team In Training & the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer
WHEN: Thursday, Sept. 16th, 6 pm to Midnight
WHERE: The Brazen Head
228 Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn
ADMISSION: $15 – gets you a raffle ticket for an Apple IPAD and your
first well drink free! Happy Hour prices all night! Music by DJ One Flight! Silent auction for additional prizes!
Like most dudes, I don’t go to the doctor. Not unless something is literally falling off. That something could be a leg or even dry scaly spots. True. I’m vain. And if I start getting visual blemishes on the temple that is my body, I might consider the dermatologist.
(This post brought to you by the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society!)
Then again, that first dermatologist may have been good at doling out prescriptions for dry scalp, but he sort of missed the more important stuff. Like the fucking skin cancer growing on my nose. That little bump had been there for so long, I didn’t give it much thought and never would have gone to the doctor to check that out had it not been for the OTHER reason dudes go to the doctor. Incessant nagging by a woman. Thankfully, that all worked out okay and now I have nothing but a cool scar to show for it.
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