Community Member-Led Event

My dad Brad Fisher was my loudest cheerleader who showed up for everything—a natural connector who could spark up a conversation with anyone and made friends everywhere he went. In 2019, when I was just 18, he was diagnosed with glioblastoma and passed away in 2020 after a 14-month battle. His absence weighs heavier with each milestone he's not here to see. Though he wasn't a runner himself, I'm running this race in his honor, and I know he'll be cheering me on every step of the way.

Thank you for your support!

- Quinci -