How the impossible became a birthday tradition.
Almost two decades ago, I was told walking would be too much trouble for me. Running again? Not even on the table.
With nothing to lose, I turned both of my careers on myself: everything I knew about human development and everything I knew about health. I got stronger. Then I ran. Then I ran farther.
My birthday became the checkpoint, the day to prove I'm a little better and a little stronger than the year before. It's a bad idea that gets worse every year. (Ask my legs.)
Then people started paying attention. And I figured if my birthday run mattered to other people, I'd better make it do the most good it possibly could. For about eight years now, my birthday miles have run for charity. This year, every one of them is for Champions for the Homeless.
So this is my birthday present to myself: knowing my victory makes a difference in my community. And maybe it pushes you to be your best, in your body, in your work, and as a leader where you live.
Thank you for joining me in this. Every mile you log, every dollar you give, and every pair of shoes you drop off turns one woman's stubborn birthday tradition into something that feeds, clothes, and cares for our neighbors. I'm grateful to have you with me.
Dolores