Run 5K's: Komen's Race For The Cure

So, yeah. We don't run.

Not unless we're Kenyan. And if that's the case, this blog isn't for you.
Keep on movin.

I mean, we don't rush nowhere. Not to work. Not home. Not to the store. Dentist appointments...weddings...funerals. NO WHERE. Which is why running has never appealed to us.

But I'm dispelling that myth as well.

Last year, I did Komen's "Race For The Cure". A run/walk race benifiting breast cancer research and survivors.

Grandma died from it...I was out of shape last year, so I figured...eh..why not?

Here's how it goes...

You sign up via the web, or day of the race ($10 more.) You write about it in your blog hoping your readers will donate and clear up their bad karma for the year. (Cheese.) You show up at the Time Warner Center the day before to get your race bib (to be read as "sign with numbers on it"). Don your pink or white "Race For The Cure" teeshirt and head your ass down to Central Park to line up with the thousands of run/walkers who are AMPED to beat breast cancer. You feel superior to all the lazy fucks who are at home doing jack squat about important causes and nod to all your co-runners who feel the same way.

You make friends with people around you who tell you about why they are running. You learn this race is bigger than the memory of your Grandmother. The horn goes off, you run, want to quit when your lungs want to explode, but don't. Even when the smell of horse shit makes you wanna punch someone, you keep going.

You cross the finish with a leg cramp... desperately seeking hydration and willing push over survivors to get it. Your friends and family cheer congratulate you... you go get free swag (Sunchips, vegitarian cheese and shit...) ... call those who can't make it to tell them you did it. Take pictures as proof... then go home to die.

It's a beautiful day most likely...so you'll hang around, keeping your bib on (street cred) and feeling like you did something worthwhile.

..because you did.

But you don't have to run...YOU CAN DONATE! (CHEESE!)

http://www.komennyc.org/site/TR?px=1278907&pg=personal&fr_id=1130&s_tafId=8732

That's my race page. Donate and clear that karma baby! I'll be out there, without a doubt... catching a leg cramp for ya.


Cost to run: $25 Registration fee, $35 if registering day of.

Black factor: Hell. Tits are tits. Told you, Grandma died from this. Massa was in the slave house for sure, but she was a slave all the same.

Do it again?: And again...and again..and again...




http://www.komennyc.org/site/TR/Events/race2007-wide?px=1278907&pg=personal&fr_id=1140