fitness philanthropy 2025-09-14T07:04:04Z

Thunder cracked like a whip over Central Park that Tuesday evening, and my running shoes felt glued to the apartment floorboards. Netflix whispered temptations from the couch while rain lashed the windows in horizontal streaks. I’d promised myself I’d run for the famine relief campaign in Somalia—children with bellies swollen from hunger flashed behind my eyelids every time I hesitated. That’s when the Charity Miles notification blinked on my phone: “Every step feeds hope.” I laced up, muttering