Carson does IM70.3 Santa Rosa
Yes, it’s me once again. Yes, I’m doing another endurance event again. Yes, it’s in the name of the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation. Yes, I’m trying to get your money again. I sit here and write this letter on May 19th - National IBD (inflammatory bowel disease) Awareness Day.
Now that that’s out of the way…
I know, I’ve been trying to get your money since 2010. I have to say, I’ve been pretty successful. Since that time in the Fall of 2010 I’ve been able to talk you into helping me raise over $20,000 in the name of Crohn’s and Colitis. For this, I sincerely thank you!
For those of you that may be receiving this letter/story for the first time, I have Crohn’s disease. I was finally diagnosed in March 2007. I say finally because I lived with this wretched disease for a near five years before that awesome doctor walked through the door that spring day, after having stuffed a camera down my throat and up my rear, and notified me and my wife, Erika, that what he saw was definitely Crohn’s disease, a very severe case of Crohn’s disease.
What is Crohn’s disease, I asked the doctor. Or maybe Erika asked him. I don’t remember. I was still in a pretty dense fog from the anesthesia. All I remember is seeing some photos, hearing something about ulcer-like lesions, and, most importantly, that they had a way to treat it. Outstanding!!! That’s all I cared about, that it could be treated.
For the prior five years, I lived in absolute total hell and misery. I had constant stomach discomfort, daily flu-like symptoms, cold sweats, joint and back pain like you wouldn’t believe, and I lost any kind of relationship with food while gaining an all new relationship with the bathroom. Good food didn’t help. Bad food certainly didn’t help. And to this point, doctors didn’t help either. So, I just stopped going. Living in hell just became my new normal. I found ways to function in this new normal. I went to work everyday and got the kids to and from everyday. I went to school, coached baseball, and did everything I would have done normally, all while being in absolute hell. I remember just walking along, albeit slowly most of the time, and having to drop to my knees because of the pain. I would sit there, let it subside, get back up, and move on with my day. I’m still not going back to the doctor. After four years, they were of no help. This will go away... won't it?
It wasn't long into the fifth year that my weight took a dive south. I think I had slowly been losing some weight, but that last year it became drastic. My normal weight was up around 175-180lbs. I had new insurance which meant a new doctor. I figured I'd give it another try. I remember stepping on the scale during that first appointment and seeing 138 lbs on the readout. That shocked me. I didn't know. I had no idea. I was in a bad place.
The doctor proceeded to ask me a bunch of questions, examined me, and then we talked some more. He said he was really concerned. He wanted to refer me to a gastroenterologist (GI) doctor.
We'll condense the rest of the story but, in short, my body reacted really well to the medications and treatments that have been funded, researched, and designed thanks in part to all the money contributed by people like you who support people like me.
How this all started...
It was the summer of 2010, three years after my diagnosis and, by coincidence, I received a flyer in the mail about running a half marathon to raise money for Crohn’s and colitis. The most I had ever run was a 5k. I liked to run recreationally. So, sure, why not.? I’m up for a challenge. I can figure out how to run 13.1 miles!?!? I called the number on the flyer, went to an informational meeting, and then signed up to run the Las Vegas Rock and Roll half marathon. What an amazing experience. What amazing people I've met and now call family.
Since that first half marathon in Las Vegas in late 2010, I have completed at least one per year for the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation. Eleven to be exact now. Oh, yeah, there was that one small triathlon I did in 2016 that you all supported me on. I kind of had put that one in the back of my mind as a great experience that I would probably never do again. Well, "probably" being the key word.
So... I guess now... I think... I may... likely have... maybe possibly... signed up to... "probably" do another triathlon.
If you've made it this far in the letter, thank you. Since you already know I'm asking you for more money, I should get on with what I'm doing in return. Yes, I signed up to do another triathlon. Well, not the same 32 mile-one anyway. Nope. That was hard. This time I signed up for something a little different.
Have you ever heard of Iron Man? You know, that big annual 140.6 mile test of sheer endurance godliness that these immortal few do every year in Kona, Hawaii. (No, don't worry, you are not contributing to sending me on vacation to Hawaii to watch this event while sipping a Mai Tai ) Instead, you are contributing to help me raise money for the Crohn's and Colitis Foundation, and in return, I will participate in, yes, a half Iron Man triathlon in Santa Rosa, California on July 27th. That's 70.3 miles. Stupid, right?!?! Hard? Haha... not the right word for it. In fact, I'm not sure what the right word is for it. Stupid is probably a good word. I'm the one that's two and a half months from doing it and I'm not yet fully convinced that it's not stupid. I'm scared. I still haven't figured out how I'm going to complete 70.3 miles which includes swimming (1.2 miles), biking (56 miles), and running (13.1 miles). What I do know is, I AM going to complete it. I need your help and motivation to, not only get me there but, get me through that crazy test of human physical endurance. Let's not forget I have Crohn's disease. Oh, and I may have a small problem with the need to challenge myself.
So, won't you please help me one last time? Yes, I'm likely going to make this my finale. Maybe not forever but at least for now. Ten years is a good run and I'd like to have a final tally of funds raised over $25k. That sets this event's goal at $5000. I have over two months to hit that. I've stepped up my effort and I'm hoping I can get enough of you to help with that. Please, if you can, any amount helps. However small or large, it all helps add up to that $5k goal. And please share this letter and my story with anyone you may think would be willing to help. I'm going to need all the support I can get. Just like the 1.6 million adults and children in this country that are living with this ugly, ugly disease. Many who are not lucky enough to be living in (near) remission like I currently am. And that's why I do this... because I currently can!!! Or in this case, I think I can. Please help.
Thank you all so much. Not only for your help now, but for all your help in the past and future. If you ever have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask. Please click the link on this page to help my cause. And if you would rather mail me a check (made out to Crohn's and Colitis Foundation), please let me know and we can make that happen too.
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