“It’s always something. I didn’t want to be the something. And I was the something.”
She overslept. The morning had been chaos.
The father had wrenched his back; standing straight was impossible. Holding onto the hood of the truck was the best he could do after sleeping on the motel room floor. Closing his eyes would not mask the pain. The cocktail of Aleve and Tylenol did not help.
Mom lifted her 5-foot, 9-inch son from the passenger seat. All 110 pounds draped around her petite frame as she placed him gently into his bike. She strapped his hands to the handle bar and clipped his feet to the pedals.
Kevin Enners was born with cerebral palsy, making it impossible for him to control his muscles. Of the 1,509 participants who registered in the ninth annual Albany Half and Full Marathon, he was the only one pedaling the 26.2 mile course in a three-wheeled, low-rider bike.
The other runners, noticing there was something different about the 21-year-old, turned away. Kevin is accustomed to that reaction, but it doesn’t stop him from wanting to live a normal life.
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