Running for a purpose
This year, I’m lacing up my running shoes with purpose. I’m not just running for fitness, or for the thrill of crossing a finish line—I'm running for my son. I’m running for autism.
When my son was diagnosed, our world shifted in ways that were challenging, enlightening, and undeniably beautiful. I’ve learned that autism isn’t a limitation—it’s a different way of experiencing the world. It’s a spectrum of incredible minds, unique talents, and breathtaking perspectives. And my son? He’s one of the bravest, kindest souls I know.
The Run for Autism is more than a fundraiser—it's a movement toward understanding and acceptance. Every step I take is a testament to his resilience, his laughter, his quirks, and his capacity for love. It's for the early mornings, the therapy sessions, the milestones that come at their own pace, and the community that reminds us we're never alone.
I’m running to amplify awareness. To raise funds that support the programs making a difference in countless lives. To honor not just my son, but every individual on the spectrum who deserves to be seen, supported, and celebrated.
This journey isn’t easy. But neither is the path so many families navigate daily. That’s why I run—with pride, with fire, with hope. For my son’s future. For his joy. For the inclusive world I dream of for him, where understanding replaces judgment and compassion leads the way.
When I reach the finish line, it will be more than a personal victory—it will be a symbol of unconditional love and an unshakable promise: I’ll always be in his corner
