Tuesday, Sept. 23, 2003
Dear Diary:

You guys did it. You tossed enough of your hard-earned bling bling into the Jog for Jugs tin cup that there's well over $1,600 in there and counting. Those two words "Thank You" hardly seem big enough, but it's the best I can do for now.

Thank you. A kazillion thank yous. You're making me weepy and I am a disgusting weeper--my eyes swell, my skin gets blotchy and my nose runs.

Mmmmmmm, a puffy-eyed, mottled, snotty woman--I can be a pure Party In A Can at times, eh?

And hey, let's not forget that $1,600 is not all that's been donated.

Other loyal readers, family, friends, neighbours and strangers I've accosted in dark alleys have given over $500 and counting there, too. I have a few people left to shake down. When the dust settles, I'm hoping that Boobs Canada (aka the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation) will be at least $2,200 richer.

This is just too insanely cool. And remember, there is no shame in going over goal. You can keep giving right up to Oct. 3. (Insert annoying sound of rattling tin cup here.)

Now, I want something else from you.

I know.

It never ends.

Give me the honour of running for someone. Give me a name.

Most of us give to a charity because the cause has in some way touched our lives. Very few of us will be untouched by breast cancer because as it stands now, one in ten women will have this disease.

One in ten.

Statistics are numbers.

Names are people.

Let's make this real.

When I go in to Montreal next week to get my running kit, I think it will come with a runner's ID and a paper I can wear that starts with the words "I'm running for � " If you are one of the three loyal readers who donated to the Jog for the Jugs, send me a name to run for. I will print that name on that paper and wear it through the race. My own entry in this list will be In Memory of Carol Shields. She was an extraordinary Canadian writer who died this summer of breast cancer.

You can leave a name in the comments below, or if you would prefer it remain private just send me an e-mail at Marn AT Diaryland DOT com with the subject heading "Jogging Name". I would appreciate it if you do this no later than Friday because I'll be leaving for Montreal sometime early next week and my daughter does not have 'net access.

I will photograph the sheet with the names and post it when I get home after the race. If, for privacy's sake, you wish your loved one's name to be blurred out in that photograph, just let me know when you send the name and I will gladly do that.

Guys, you've shown me the money.

Now, show me the people.

--Marn

Behold the power of pretty please covered with sprinkles! There's FIFTEEN new inductees into the Bazonga Boosters Hall o' Fame, kind-hearted souls who have decided to spend some of their hard-earned buckazoids supporting me as I run the Jog for the Jugs Oct. 5 in Montreal.


A Moveable Beast
Greenie
A Night Wisp
The Feline One
Call 911
Jenn
Danae
Julia
Crystal
Elsworthy
Bitchypoo
Bad Snake
Laura
Nicole
Paula
Diary of a Mad Housewife gave twice!
Weetabix gave twice!
Mis gave twice!

Some folks have been donating but I don't recognize their names and they haven't e-mailed me to let me know who they are. To you mystery people, I want to say thank you, too. Please let me know if I've missed adding you to the Hall o' Fame.

All donors can proudly sport the shoddily Photoshopped yet justly coveted red rectangle below.

Boob oop de doop eh

P.P.S.- That iron woman, Karen is doing an unbelievable 60 MILE WALK FOR BREAST CANCER! If you don't want to sponsor me, perhaps you'd want to sponsor her. Oh, and ***Dave's friend Mary is also doing that walk. Yowza, that makes that 5K Jog for the Jugs seem embarrassingly short.

Mileage on the Marnometer: 437.76 miles (704.5 kilometers)
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Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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