New York, here I come.
August 18, 2016
BENEFITING: AMERICAN LUNG ASSOCIATION OF THE NORTHEAST
ORGANIZER: AMERICAN LUNG ASSOCIATION OF THE NORTHEAST
EVENT DATE: Nov 06, 2016
26.2 miles bring, in particular, a vast amount of history and antecedents that can be little reflected in this small note. More than 4 hours of constant running and running in a marathon embodies thousands of training sessions, practices, and thousands of other sacrifices and pain.
One can always opt to try something without being disposed to sacrifice him or herself. This happens from the student who, through "memorization" tries to ace the final exam without adequately preparing himself( by studying), to the person who goes out to "run" thinking that by "reaching the mile" he achieves the final goal.
The final results of anything, which is true depends on many different variables, always go hand in hand with the unconditional efforts and sacrifices of oneself. You cannot expect to reach a goal effectively if there is not constant given unconditional effort, constantly. It's something a little like life almost. We do not get to enjoy life the way we do without the base of the constant battle that we all face every morning, especially those who deal with the inexorable passing of years, and even more so for those who suffer from sicknesses.
When I want to be dramatic and claim myself the "victim" in the week to week events that I have to "overcome" on my way to my first (and perhaps my last) marathon, I turn to look at the battles and accomplishments, which are daily, that my father has had to face due to his declining health. This declining health has caused my father to fight for his life, and now recently has begun to claim my mother in the same way. Witnessing their struggles causes my to reflect, return to reality and remember that my "effort" and "dedication" is nothing in comparison to the road that my parents have been running. This path, leading from having brought us into the world, meaning all of my siblings, my children, and my nieces and nephews, to allowing us the possibilities of being able to chase our dreams, in order to pursue a better life that probably would have been very difficult elsewhere. They have been running, and still are, just how I am.
But we have learned something besides "chasing ones dreams". This Campoverde gene that runs through our veins has always implored us to look further than our own interests and to find the way to include, in our "efforts", other people who are less fortunate than ourselves. The possibility to run has opened the door for the world of donations and charities, and along with it, a window to a donation that is dedicated to the awareness of lung diseases in the city of New York. Being an ex smoker (one of my biggest regrets from the past), I feel completely relatable to this cause. I do believe that with every dollar collected, at least one person will be able to quit smoking, or hopefully a teenager will learn to stay away from cigarettes all together, everything will be worth it.
The coincidences of life. The first time that I tried to collect donations was for an organization dedicated to kidney diseases; this disease that lead my younger sister to donate her own kidney to our father, about 7 years ago. And now that I try to collect donations for the American Lung Association, it is my mother who has fallen ill to this evil.
Independently from the coincidences between the evils that claim my parents now to the organizations that I now unconcernedly support, I strongly believe in its power to help people and I believe it is worth helping out so that these organizations can continue doing their jobs. Receiving donations, on the basis of "my name", has filled me with an enormous sense of happiness and pride, but not only that, it has further pushed me to keep running in order to complete the appointed number of miles for the marathon. The training sessions and sacrifices that I still have yet to complete until November 6th, without a doubt, have a different taste now with the economical contribution made to this foundation.
Please continue donating, I assure you that every mile will have a different taste, a different meaning with every single dollar that gets funded for this organization. In the end, we run not only in hopes to complete the marathon, but also in hopes to help a stranger, a family member, a friend live out their lives as we do ours.