This past weekend, I got to run a half marathon in the middle of a Crohn's flare. That's me reminding myself — and reminding Crohn's — that I'm the boss of this body. And it's me letting myself have a little fun! Crohn's has taken so much of my fun over the years, and I want it to know that I'm still in this fight — even on days when I don't have much fight in me, and I just sit on the couch watching an entire season of Dawson's Creek — and I really want to win it. Whatever that means. Crohn's has made me appreciate running so much. It makes me want to run whenever I can, whether that means a lap around the block or a half marathon in Brooklyn, because I know there will still be times in my life when I CAN'T run. That's partly why I showed up at the start line on Saturday. Some days, I just want to do nothing and wallow in being sick because I feel powerless and exhausted. But this past weekend, I didn't want to sit at home — in the bathroom — feeling sorry for myself. Running with Crohn's disease is not easy, and I'm not always motivated — and sometimes I just CAN'T make a run happen. But Saturday was a good day. Here's to more good days.