In October 2009 I had raised money for the AIDS Fund and was signed up to run the annual 5K. The morning of the race I stayed in bed under my blankets. I didn’t think it mattered because I had already raised and turned in my money. Which it didn’t. Not to the organization anyway. But as time went on I realized that it mattered to me. I said I was going to do something and then I didn’t do it. So I put ‘Run A Charity Run’ on My Life List because even if the Fund didn’t mind, I felt like I owed it to the universe.
So in October 2010 I raised money again for the AIDS Fund, then on the cool morning of the 5K I got out of bed, with a sore leg and made my way down to the Art Museum with my friend, Riyad. He held my things as I stood at the start line with tons of other Philadelphians. And we took off. It was great. I finished in about 32 minutes. My leg didn’t break in half. Riyad was waiting for me at the finish line with a Gatorade. I felt as though the universe and I were even. For now.
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