Running Against Cancer
One of my favorite memories of my dad is circa 1983, running the 5/3 (then the Old Kent) Riverbank Run in Grand Rapids. My mom, brother and the rest of my family would walk down to John Ball Park to get a glimpse of him when he ran by. Even at that young age, I really felt proud of him. I knew what an accomplishment it was to train and finish a long race like that. I share my dad's (and mom’s) penchant for working out and staying fit but I’ve never really enjoyed jogging as a
