In general, there is no reason good enough to get up at 6 a.m. on a Sunday. Especially not on a drizzly overcast Sunday that begs you to ignore the alarm and snuggle back into the blankets.

The one possible exception is the annual Henry’s March, a fund-raiser that netted $26,000 last year for the Children’s Craniofacial Association.

Henry Johnson is a 6-year-old local boy who was born with Apert Syndrome. The syndrome affects the development of the face and skull, and Henry’s fingers and toes were also fused together. He’s had many surgeries, including complete skull reconstruction.

The annual run his parents organize raises money to help families and children facing similar challenges.

The whole thing kind of makes me feel small for whining about a little wind and dampness. It also makes me a bit embarrassed about how little I do to make this world a better place in comparison to the Johnsons.

Big Guy had been psyched to go since the flyer came home from school a few weeks ago. Boots was psyched to finally find an activity he wasn’t too young to do. So off we went.

The only disappointment of the day was Big Guy’s complaint that 100 meters was just not far enough to run. He begged to enter the mile run, too. I gave him a “wait ’til next year” and he had to be happy with chasing mascots and a classmate around to burn off the morning donuts.

Boots, meanwhile, was thrilled just to have finished. I was kind of proud of him, too, because he easily could have quit when he fell far behind a pack of bigger and faster 5- and 6-year-olds. He kept chugging along, though.

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Copyright 2009 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.

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