Hey y'all. I don't have a running story really. Something just clicked when I rediscovered it a few years ago. I won't lie and tell you every mile has been a blessing. Running is ugly sometimes. There are so many mornings that I wake up and wonder why the hell am I doing this? But before I know it, I'm just out there. Sometimes I'm slow and it hurts. Other times I'm fast and... it still hurts. I really can't tell you what it is. The answer is in a book I'm sure. One thing I have come to realize is that running saved somebody somewhere once. A few times actually. Shoot, it's well into the thousands. I was introduced to a group of people who are using running as a way to help people. Like, seriously help them. Not to achieve some fitness goal. They really get people who are down back up and on their feet. It's call Back On My Feet. They use running to combat homelessness through community support, housing resources and even help with employment. I just love that. So I decided, if I'm going to slog along for 26.2 miles, it better be for something. This is a fundraiser for BOMF. Running can suck sometimes, I’m just trying to make it suck less. Contribute what you can and help spread the word. Thanks for your support.