Movember: Day 1
I’ve never done Movember before, but I decided this year that it was finally time to give it a shot. I didn’t want to do it alone, though, so I dropped my brother a line and asked if he’d like to get on board and make a friendly competition out of it.
He said “Sure I was gonna do Movember anyway so that’s cool,” and signed himself up immediately. Which is impressive, because he’s already in the thick of raising funds on behalf of the Stephen Lewis Foundation, as a writer for Pat Thorton’s 24-Hour Stand-Up Marathon. What a busy, goodhearted guy!
Anyway, to make a long story short, my brother and I are now engaged in a heated, month-long “mustache-off” for a good cause. The winner has yet to be determined, but I can tell you who the loser’s going to be, and that’s prostate cancer.
Also, me. I’m going to lose this thing so hard. You don’t even know, dude.
The thing about my brother is that he can grow a mustache like it was nothing. He can grow a mustache on a dull Tuesday afternoon, just for the sake of having something to do. But if you took away my razor and said “See you in a month,” there’s a pretty good chance I’d look exactly the same at the end of that month as I did when you left.
That, to be blunt, is why I’ve never done Movember before. I’ve just committed myself to at least a couple of weeks of looking like a high school kid trying to grow his first mustache. When I asked my wife if I should give it a go, she said yes, because it would give her a wonderful opportunity to take a bunch of photos that my future daughter could laugh at.
Whatever support you’d be willing to provide would be most appreciated. I know it’s a popular event, and a lot of your friends and loved ones are no doubt competing for your support. I also know I’m just coming off the AIDS Walk for Life and the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon in support of Literature for Life, and I’d hate to abuse your incredible generosity by asking you for one more thing.
But listen, I need this, okay? There’s absolutely no way I’m ever going to beat my brother in a mustache-growing contest. It’s just not going to happen. Raising more money than him – even a little more money – is basically the only way for me to close out the month with my dignity intact. Help a brother out, would you?
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