That Time I Ran the Chicago Marathon to Raise Awareness of Rett Syndrome
After her daughter's diagnosis, columnist Jackie Babiarz took action
Each year, about 40,000 people train for the Chicago Marathon, one of the city’s most popular events. Following a rigorous training schedule for months to run 26.2 miles through Chicago’s amazing neighborhoods is a unique experience. It always intrigued me, but I didn’t think it was an experience I needed to feel fulfilled — until I saw the race as an opportunity to raise awareness of Rett syndrome and fundraise for the International Rett Syndrome Foundation (IRSF).
My daughter Cammy was diagnosed with Rett syndrome in January 2011 when she was just shy of 2 years old. The condition has taken away her abilities to walk, talk, and use her hands. After a long grieving process, I realized that raising funds and awareness were the only things we had control over when it came to Rett. I was determined to do whatever it took to help further research.
Ten years ago, in October 2012, I was one of more than 37,000 people who ran that year’s marathon. I had three goals: First, I wanted the IRSF flag to be carried for all 26.2 miles. Second, I wanted to finish. Third, I wanted to cross the finish line with Cammy.
Family and friends signed up to run the marathon in Cammy’s honor. A few ran in the hopes of achieving their personal best, while the rest ran with me to do the race as a team. Along the route, more friends and family jumped in to run whatever distance they could to be part of this mission and take a turn carrying the IRSF flag. It was incredible to watch that flag fly for 26.2 miles, raising awareness.
Cammy’s aunt, Erin Corrado, carries the IRSF flag for a couple of miles during the 2012 Chicago Marathon. (Courtesy of Jackie Babiarz)
Having injured my knee during training, I had to slow my speed to ensure I could complete the race. The outpouring of love and cheers from strangers along the route fueled me. My teammates running with me continually reminded me, “We run so Cammy can.”
With 0.2 miles left, I spotted my husband, Billy, holding Cammy on the sidelines. I burst into tears. He and Cammy jumped in the race to help me accomplish my final goal. The three of us crossed the finish line together, holding one another. While it seemed like I carried Cammy across the finish line, the truth is, she carried me.
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