It’s messy. It’s tough. It’s exhausting. And sometimes you get electrocuted. Come to think of it, minus that last one, running a Tough Mudder really isn’t all that different from being an Account Manager at Pierry. So I guess that explains why no one was all that surprised when I told them I would be running a Tough Mudder in Pittsburgh on September 10th.
And while many here in the office have told me stories of their own Tough Mudder experiences, warning me that at the end of the day it won’t be even an ounce of fun, I am not shaken. Because my participation is going towards something much tougher—breast cancer research.
Earlier this year, my mom and best friend, Marilyn Luley passed away after a long battle with breast cancer. A fighter through and through, my mom had previously fought and beaten kidney disease, lung cancer, and skin cancer, all while being a single parent. She was the toughest woman I’ll ever know, and running this Tough Mudder seemed like the only appropriate way to honor her.
About 1 in 8 women in the U.S. will develop breast cancer in their lifetime. And while efforts to raise awareness about this disease get stronger each year, the only real way to stop breast cancer is through better research, which is why any contributions made to my Tough Mudder campaign will go toward supporting the Breast Cancer Research Foundation (BCRF).
Dedicated to the prevention and development of a cure for breast cancer, 91 cents of every dollar donated to the BCRF goes directly toward research and awareness programs, including those centered around tumor biology, heredity and ethnicity, lifestyle factors, prevention, treatment, survivorship, and metastasis.
I invite you to join me in supporting BCRF and their mission to cure a disease that impacts so many women and their families. Visit my donation page for more information.
And on September 10th, when I’m face down in mud, and my arms and legs are stinging from rope burn, and I’m wondering why the heck I ever decided to do this, I’ll remember the contributions I raised, and most of all, my mom, who taught me to always be strong and keep my head up, even when you’re covered in dirt and crawling under barbed wire.