When I was a kid, my dad used to take me and my older brother and sister to a quiet, rolling, long stretch of road less travelled, free of traffic, on the outskirts of town where he would time each of us running for about a quarter mile, which was an exceptionally long distance for me at such a tender, young age.
But I liked it. I liked that indoctrination to the sport, that introduction to the concept of pounding the pavement one step at a time, running as fast as I could go for as long as I could last. I liked it enough to keep at it for years, to keep pushing my body to its furthermost limits until that one fateful day that it would no longer cooperate, until my tired, old legs would be forced to succumb to the wear and the tear.
Fortunately, I have not reached the finish line of my running career yet. That day has not arrived. In fact, having recently entered my sixth decade of life, I'm happy to say that I'm still running 5Ks, 10Ks, marathons and mountains. I'm still running for time.
Yes, ever since a father taught his children how to run like the wind, one of them has run some 15,000 miles and is still going strong. And today, I'm able to satisfy my desire to help boys and girls those who may have a long, hard road ahead of them on their way to a cure for cancer by running the Boston Marathon as a member of the MassGeneral Marathon Team Fighting Kids' Cancer...One Step at a Time.
Please help me help kids with cancer. Please go to http://www.firstgiving.com/bobcargill and give whatever you can afford, even if it is just a dollar. Ill appreciate it. But the kids Im running for will appreciate it even more. Thanks.