No Small Feat: Cheri Devlin Will Run EVERY 2019 MuckFest

No Small Feat: Cheri Devlin Will Run EVERY 2019 MuckFest

May 14, 2019 0 By muckfestms


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Committing to run every MuckFest of 2019 is no small feat. Luckily, Cheri Devlin is no ordinary woman! She is running in honor of her father, Mike, who passed away from progressive multiple sclerosis in 2018, and his memory is a strong motivation. Her father was a runner who did half marathons, and he lived vicariously through Cheri’s own activities and runs when the disease confined him to a wheelchair.

Always a self-described “daddy’s girl,” Cheri was actively involved in her father’s care. After his passing, she looked to the National MS Society for ideas on how to continue her father’s legacy. She says the National MS Society had always been a good resource since Mike’s diagnosis in 2004, and since she had always loved mud runs, MuckFest seemed like a natural fit for her!

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2019 is the year “to make a big splash for the National MS Society!”

Cheri has been leveraging her work at Microsoft to help support and spread the word about the Society, and her larger goal is to become more involved with the National MS Society Board in the future.

“I just feel like my purpose is to continue my dad’s legacy by raising awareness of MS and hopefully one day we’ll find a cure! And, I figured one race wouldn’t be enough, so I decided I should just go for it and do all five MuckFest events! Plus, Boston MuckFest is on my husband’s birthday and the Denver MuckFest is my wedding anniversary.

I’m trying to grow my teams in all the different locations with colleagues and people I know in the respective cities. Running with a buddy is just more fun! I even got my husband to sign up for Jersey, and a friend from California who always joined me at the former Nor Cal MuckFest, is traveling  to Chicago and Denver to Muck with me! My sister is joining me in Denver as well. I want to get everyone I can in the mud with me for my dad.”

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If you want to know more about Cheri and her dad’s story, read on to hear it in her own words…

From the very beginning, I was instantly a daddy’s girl and that never really changed.

He always supported my crazy ambitions and was usually the first to tell me to go for it. 

Even the teenage years when we fought like cats and dogs, I always managed to know how to push the right button. But the ironic thing, and maybe this isn’t surprising, is that it finally hit me recently – I WAS him – and he struggled with how to deal with me, without losing me.

But in all seriousness, regardless of the heated discussions that seemed to be a regular occurrence as a teenager and young adult, my love for him runs so deep. All I ever really cared about was making him proud of me and as a result, I fulfilled some of the dreams that we shared.

Then, the year after my husband Mark and I got married, we all started to really notice changes in my dad. I recall the last time we were in a car with him doing the driving. Mark and I had just landed in Phoenix to visit my dad who was living there at the time. I remember Dad flying around the bend of the on-ramp not realizing how close we were to hitting the barrier and both Mark and me holding on for dear life! Needless to say, we drove back to the airport that trip. 😊

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In hindsight I’m sure there were other earlier signs of MS that many of us can recall. Even the day he walked me down the aisle I remember holding his arm very tight, partially to slow him down so I could take in every minute, but I remember him being frustrated about being wobbly. Then, months later, I was talking about the wedding and remember him being upset that he couldn’t remember the details.

There was severe denial and anger through those early years of coping with his diagnosis. Many of us thought there was no way he could be sick. He was so healthy – and so young. And there was no way he was going to quickly accept what his future would hold once it was determined he was suffering from a progressive strain of MS. 

What started as tripping once in a while gradually transitioned to needing a cane, then a walker…then a wheelchair he could get in and out of on his own, to a wheelchair that reclined…and finally becoming bedridden.

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As my sister, Tiffany, and I started to grow our families with little ones of our own, we thought the grandkids would be enough to keep him happy – and they certainly brought him lots of joy. We continued to do everything we could to make him as content as possible…and the kids would always do their best to make their grumpy gramps laugh!

There isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think about him and wish I could hear that laugh again.

As I reflect over the years with my dad, sure, we had our drama – and enough content to fulfill my bucket list of publishing a series of “Life with Mike” stories, but our relationship, including with Tiff and my mom came full circle…. And his final months were filled with joy and laughter.

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Read more about Cheri’s journey on her Corporate-Mommyhood Blog. She’ll also provide an update after each MuckFest event on the MuckFest blog!