The Adventures of Running Lisa

I’ll write about my apple picking tomorrow. But first, this is my Grandma and Pop Pop.

Pop Pop was always like a big teddy bear. When I was a kid I remember I would go visit in the summers. Sometimes Pop Pop would take me and my brother out on his golf cart and he would let us stand in the back, where I’m pretty sure only golf bags are supposed to ride. I would pretend that I was riding on a parade float and waving at my invisible yet adoring crowd. He was usually pretty careful with only the occasional speed bump, but the speed bumps were the most fun part. That’s what I remember most about my Pop Pop. Last night, he passed away from cancer. I think I can safely say that I hate cancer. Cancer has taken too many people from my family. It has taken too many from too many families.

This time next year, I plan on running the Chicago marathon and, as usual, I plan on running with the American Cancer Society’s charity team, DetermiNation. But this time, I’ll run and raise money in memory of my Pop Pop. It’s time to tell cancer to suck it.