26.2 for TOG

For those who don't know Tyrone, let me try to quickly describe him (though that's an impossible task)...

He is a contagious smiler, an unrivaled go-getter, a benevolent guilt-tripper, a master of perspective, a lottery-winning husband, an ice cream aficionado, a consummate friend, a perpetual matchmaker, a loving brother and son, a stubborn Jaguars fan, and, for the past ~3 years, a fierce battler of cancer – though he never lets that last one define him.

Both Tyrone and I were prolific runners in college – he ran D-1 track, and I once ran away from an RA without spilling either of my beers.  As coworkers, we often bonded over our shared passion.  For instance, I might say, "wow, we were at the office until midnight and you still woke up and ran 6 miles before sunrise?" – and Tyrone would respond with something encouraging, like,"hey man, we can't all sleep until noon; how's that hangover tho?"  You know, just two runners talking shop.

Since he's on a brief athletic hiatus, I'm running the Chicago Marathon (10/7/18) for the both of us & raising  money to help him & his family with the many medical bills & related costs they've incurred.