From Heather....New York Marathon Finsher

My Dear Friends and Family!

I sit here today a little sore, a bit tired, but extremely blessed. Thanks to all of you and your support I have had the opportunity of a lifetime. The New York Marathon was an extraordinary journey. It started with a red eye flight out of Seattle Friday night, landing in New York Saturday morning. Saturday was filled with an expensive taxi trip to our hotel, a long walk to pick up our Race Day packet, a quick lunch and shower, followed by an incredible dinner with an amazing group of people supporting PPMD. I had the privilege of sitting next to a family with a 13 year old son with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. His mother was running the NY Marathon for the first time, and his father and two siblings were there for support. When I asked how their son was doing they were so encouraged because as they say “He is still walking” thanks to the support of Parent Project Muscular Dystrophy. It is boys like this that your financial support has helped.

The BIG DAY came upon us quickly. I swear when our alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. (2:30 a.m. our time) I had only been asleep for a few minutes. Jenny and I were scheduled to start the race at 10:20 a.m. Our shuttle bus arrived at the start line at 7:30 a.m…. Yes, that is nearly 3 hours before our start time. It was a beautiful sunny morning, but the wind had picked up and the temperature was freezing. We were not prepared for such cold temperatures and had to scrounge for warm clothing. We managed to find garbage bags for coats and sweat pants near the garbage cans that other racers had thrown out. We all tried to squeeze into the Religious Service tent to keep warm and enjoy the sweet tune of amazing grace sung by the worst singer you could possibly imagine. It was a good laugh. At 10:20 we managed to shed our garbage clothes and start the largest marathon running over the bridge and through the 5 districts of New York.

The marathon was not over as quickly as we had hoped for. After 6 hours on the course our legs could barely carry us one step further, our faces were wind burned, but our hearts were full. Running a marathon is the most difficult physical task I have ever experienced. I actually got to the point were I thought I could physically not go on, but do you know what kept me going?

It is a motto that Jenny and I constantly remind ourselves…BECAUSE WE CAN. I CAN for Micah, Addison and Jacob because they can’t. Every step for them is a blessing; every painful step I took that day was not for me, but for them. These boys and their families’ face a much more difficult task than finishing a marathon…it is the least I can do.

I share every detail of my trip with you, because with out you it would not have been possible. Thank you for your support and prayers; with out them children like the boy I met that night at dinner would not be walking today. Please continue to pray for all these families’ facing this difficult disease.

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Comment by Jenny on November 5, 2008 at 9:26am
Thanks for your comment! I will make sure and pass this along to Heather...she really is an inspiration and I feel so lucky to call her my friend! :) Good Luck starting this adventure and I would be happy to help point you in the right training direction if you need it!
Comment by Sharyn Thompson on November 5, 2008 at 3:02am
OMG, 6 hours running!!!!!

Well done, how inspiring you are!! I wish I could do something like this. In fact, you have inspired me to get myself fit and run for my son (and all others like him!!)

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