Tri-State-Trek-3261_Fri-06-24-16 – ©BLM Photography 2016
If you were to ask me years ago why I would be fighting for ALS, I would have told you it is for my Dad who was diagnosed with ALS at the ripe age of 41. I would have told you I wanted to find the cure for my father, I wanted to end this disease to save my family, to save my hero, to give me a “normal life” I felt robbed of when I was 18.
My father was a man of very few words. He was stubborn (sorry mom but I think that’s where I get it). He was unbreakable, so we thought. He was not only the motivation behind my determination and competitive nature but showed me what it was like to live regardless of the hand he was dealt. He’s the “why” behind the races I’ve run, the money I’ve raised, the places I’ve traveled, to feel seen and heard in the ALS community, and two businesses I’ve started. Little did I know that years later, I would one day do all of this for everyone and anyone who has been affected by ALS.
We need a cure. This community is unstoppable, but we need a cure.