Hello from the sweaty palms of a runner

Have you ever noticed that when you run, and I mean really run, you sweat from everywhere? Maybe it's just me, but when I get back from a fast run on a hot day, I'm just soaked. Well, it's from these sweaty hands that I now send you greetings and share with you why I have decided to add another, and very important, activity to my busy life.

As most of you know who know me, I have a beautiful one-year-old, a demanding job and a loving husband. The combination of the three leave me sleep-deprived, with little time to myself. But, I am willing to sacrifice this time for the Team in Training program because my work with this will allow other mommies to be overworked, underpaid, but delighted with every moment because they got to keep their children.

What do I mean? Let me tell you something I have learned since I had my daughter. The pleasure in life, in every aspect of it, is magnified when you have a child, and so is the pain if it is related to that child. When she got her first round of shots, I cried and was sick to my stomach. When I learned that leukemia is the LEADING DISEASE KILLER of children...I had to do something. I can't even imagine the pain of those mommies who have to watch their children waste away, dying needlessly in their innocence. We can do something together that can give all those mommies another chance to cuddle their children as they go to bed at night.

I have begun training for the Dallas Half marathon, and I am out there four days a week to do my part for these mommies and their beautiful, innocent children. All you have to do is contribute to the Team in Training and support me as I run.

Oh, don't worry--you'll hear from me regularly and have plenty of chances to contribute. I look forward to sharing my victories and my pains with you as I train, but all of this will pale in comparison to accomplishing my fund raising goal of raising $1,800. Help me out! And, by helping me, you're helping end leukemia and lymphoma and creating more nights of reading "Harold and the Purple Crayon."

How can you say no to that?