...On the eve of Passover, when my ancestors ran like crazy from the Pharoah in the Exodus from Egypt. Fortunately, nowadays, it's symbolic, but I swam, biked and ran like crazy yesterday at the King Tut Sprint Triathlon. It took the Israelites 40 years to reach their destination; it took me 1 hour and 20 minutes to finish my race.
But if they hadn't done their job, I'd be building pyramids instead of racing to raise money to combat ovarian cancer. I'll take it.
To be free to do good for others, to be free to help prevent oppression and protect the downtrodden and to appreciate the amazing freedoms we have here in the USA, and for my sister being currently free from cancer - who could run from that?
To those who celebrate, have a joyous and meaningful Passover, and thanks for helping us with our cause - racing to erase ovarian cancer!