I've been toying with the idea of running a marathon since last summer when I ran/hiked 17 or so miles up Cascade Canyon in the Grand Tetons. Prior to that I had considered 13.1 my limit, but the next day, when I felt alright and was able to just get on with my day I started to reconsider. Suddenly the number 26.2 didn't seem all that far fetched. So I set about finding the perfect marathon to go for. I have a lot requirements- affordable, within driving distance, relatively flat, great scenery so I don't get bored, large field so I don't get left on my own, and a relatively generous pace requirement (because I'm slow). I looked at a lot of races and finally set on Marine Corps Marathon and I took a leap of faith and entered lottery. I told myself that I'd leave it up to chance, if I got in, great. If not, well I'd wait until another race came along. Then I didn't get in and I found myself way more disappointed then anticipated. I wanted to do this race, so instead of just shrugging it off I went and found a better way to run- I joined a charity team.
Finding a charity team that I wanted to run for was almost as difficult as picking the race. There are a lot of charities that offer bibs for Marine Corps, each has a different fundraising goal, and each does a lot of good work. A lot of the groups I've heard of, Team Sempre Fi, Team RWB, St. Jude and Red Cross. The question was which group did I want to run for and support? I looked at almost every partner and finally settled on one that I felt the biggest connection with. For various reasons Team Running Strong kept calling back to it's page and eventually I threw my hat in the ring and joined their team.
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by: Chester Nez
The first and only memoir by one of the original Navajo code talkers of WWII-includes the actual Navajo Code and rare photos. Although more than 400 Navajos served in the military during World War II as top-secret code talkers, even those fighting shoulder to shoulder with them were not told of their covert function. And, after the war, the Navajos were forbidden to speak of their service until 1968, when the code was finally declassified. Of the original twenty- nine Navajo code talkers, only two are still alive. Chester Nez is one of them.
In this memoir, the eighty-nine-year-old Nez chronicles both his war years and his life growing up on the Checkerboard Area of the Navajo Reservation-the hard life that gave him the strength, both physical and mental, to become a Marine. His story puts a living face on the legendary men who developed what is still the only unbroken code in modern warfare.