Death & AIDS

The only sad thing about my death is that I won't get to write about it.

This came to me during an illness I'd battled the entirety this week. Feeble, I found a trip to the grocery store too cumbersome for me. I hate it when illness brings you down like that, when it hurts to comb your hair and it feels as if your balls have sucked up into you. You are not so kindly reminded that you are mortal. It's a whisper into your attentive ear that your life may be snuffed out at any moment.

Speaking of illness, I had signed up for the Chicago Marathon and am training with the AIDS Foundation of Chicago.

http://afc.aidschicago.org/netcommunity/aarondelee

Today was my first run with the group. I placed into a 9minute/mile pace group, and am happy with my journey into this endeavor. Though I don't have AIDS, nor do I know anyone close to me with it, it's still an epidemic disease (bigger than swine flu!) that affects millions of people the world over, gay and straight. It is a disease that wiped out a generation of gay people in my native land, and that is something we are all the less because. Rampant in many communities still, and continuing the tradition of stigmatizing individuals, I believe this cause worthy of taking up, and thus I have. Here's to a summer of Saturday morning runs and fundraising to try and make this world a better place!