On January 9, I ran the Disney ½ marathon in Orlando. Well, ‘run’ may be a loose term, I walked, but I walked fast enough to complete the race in the required time, crossing the finish line, greeted by a wonderful volunteer holding the coveted Donald Duck medal. It was my third marathon.
I started walk/running in 1984, just after the word Duchenne entered my vocabulary. I was running for something, my own private marathon. I walked for my sons. I wanted to take steps for them, wanted… Continue