Amanda's Boston Marathon Journey with DFMC: Running Towards a Cure

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Amanda's Boston Marathon Journey with DFMC: Running Towards a Cure This marks my fifth consecutive year running the Boston Marathon with the DFMC team.

Running for my mom’s memory and my boys’ tomorrow. šŸ’› Past the Finish — where every mile has meaning.

This year feels different. šŸ’™šŸ’›For the last five years, Dom has become what we jokingly call my ā€œrunning husband.ā€ We’ve l...
09/25/2026

This year feels different. šŸ’™šŸ’›

For the last five years, Dom has become what we jokingly call my ā€œrunning husband.ā€ We’ve logged countless miles together, trained for Boston together, and somewhere along the way I’ve gotten to know and love his whole family.

And then recently, we discovered something neither of us knew: my mom and Dom’s actual (non-running šŸ˜‚) wife knew each other and were good friends.

Of all the people I could have ended up running thousands of miles beside all these years, somehow it was Dom.

So this year, being able to join him and his son Jared on Team Joey, in memory of Dom’s son and Jared’s little brother Joey, who died from cancer at just 3½ years old, feels incredibly full circle.

I’ve spent five years running for my mom. Now I get to run for Joey too, alongside a family that somehow had a connection to mine long before Dom and I ever started running together.

And after last year’s Boston ended for me at mile 3 with a femoral neck stress fracture, this year already means more than I can really put into words.

A few months ago, I was on crutches. Now I’m building my way back to Hopkinton—and I’ve set a $20,000 goal for Dana-Farber along the way.

So I’m asking you to be part of this one with us. If you can donate, please do. $10, $25, $50—every donation adds up, and every dollar supports the research that gives families facing cancer something we all wish we could have had more of: time.

And if you’ve supported me year after year, I hope you know how much that means to me. I may be the one running the miles, but I could never do this part without all of you.

Let’s raise $20,000. Let’s get back to Hopkinton. And this time, all the way to Boylston. šŸ’™šŸ’›

First run with someone since April 1st—and no, I’m not counting my two-mile Boston hobble šŸ˜‚I was nervous, but my ride-or...
08/13/2026

First run with someone since April 1st—and no, I’m not counting my two-mile Boston hobble šŸ˜‚

I was nervous, but my ride-or-die running husband Kenyan Dom. Domenic Franceschelli got me out there. And thanks to Jack Fultz for giving me a plan (and saving me from myself), I ran the furthest I have since my injury PAIN FREE.

A long way to go, but today I’m just really freaking grateful to be getting a little bit of myself back. ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹šŸƒā€ā™€ļø Jack Fultz Domenic Franceschelli Dana-Farber Marathon Challenge Amanda Bathory Leisman

Today I ran for the first time since my hip stress fracture.One mile. A few months ago, I would’ve called that a warm-up...
08/05/2026

Today I ran for the first time since my hip stress fracture.
One mile. A few months ago, I would’ve called that a warm-up. Today, it felt like a finish line.

The truth? It was complicated.

Yes, it felt incredible to run pain-free again, and I’m unbelievably grateful. But it was also hard not to notice how much fitness I’ve lost, how much stronger I used to feel, and yes… the weight I’ve gained during recovery. There were moments where all I could think about was just how much work still lies between this mile and the start line in Hopkinton.

Every single morning I spend 30–40 minutes doing the PT routine my doctor gave me. I’m not going to pretend I love it. I don’t. I honestly despise it. But that same routine is the reason I got to run today.

So tomorrow I’ll do it again.

Recovery isn’t glamorous. It’s repetitive, frustrating, and humbling. It’s choosing to believe in a future version of yourself before there’s much evidence she exists.

One mile won’t get me to Boston. But one mile is where Boston begins. The comeback isn’t built on the days you feel unstoppable. It’s built on the days you show up anyway.

Here’s to Day One. šŸ’™šŸƒā€ā™€ļø Amanda Bathory Leisman

Happy birthday, Mom. šŸ¤Today you would have been 77.I miss you every single day, and the older I get, the more I realize ...
07/28/2026

Happy birthday, Mom. šŸ¤

Today you would have been 77.

I miss you every single day, and the older I get, the more I realize just how incredibly strong you were. You had your demons—we all do—but you survived things most people couldn’t imagine. Losing Jon in your arms, battling alcoholism, and enduring a second marriage that made nightmares seem like fairy tales… yet somehow you kept going. You kept loving.

You taught me what unconditional love looks like. You taught me that strength and empathy can exist together, and that the most important thing is to stay true to yourself.

Everything I am is, in so many ways, because of you.

I hope you’re celebrating today with Jon and Tanner. I’d give anything for one more hug.

I love you forever. Happy birthday, Mom. šŸ¤

Today we said goodbye to a good friend.Walking out of the funeral, I couldn’t stop thinking about how fragile life reall...
07/08/2026

Today we said goodbye to a good friend.

Walking out of the funeral, I couldn’t stop thinking about how fragile life really is. We get so caught up in being busy, assuming there will be another phone call, another text, another chance to make things right. But sometimes there isn’t.

If there’s someone you love, tell them. If you’ve been meaning to reach out, do it. Don’t let pride, distance, or a misunderstanding steal time you’ll never get back. None of us are promised tomorrow.

Even though Shawn didn’t lose his life to cancer, he is someone I’ll carry with me forever. Days like today remind me why every day matters and why we have to show up for the people we love while we still can.

If you’re able, please consider donating to the fundraiser in my bio. Every dollar is going directly to Shawn’s mom to help with the unexpected expenses she’s now facing. No amount is too small, and if donating isn’t possible, sharing it would mean the world.

Life is precious. Love your people while you have them. ā¤ļø

May looked a little different this year. šŸ¤Still on crutches. No running. Race after race crossed off the calendar. For s...
06/01/2026

May looked a little different this year. šŸ¤

Still on crutches. No running. Race after race crossed off the calendar. For someone who measures the year in miles, this was not the spring I trained for.

But sidelined doesn’t mean stopped.

I cheered from more sidelines than I can count, said yes to friends I’d been missing, and let the people I love carry me a little. And then — finally — I got cleared to start pool running. It’s humbling. It is nothing like the road. But it’s movement, and it’s forward, and after weeks of stillness that felt like everything.

The comeback starts in the water. The crutches just come along for the ride.

Well, these crutches are staying. šŸ¤I had no clue my stress fracture was as bad as it was until I walked into my doctor’s...
05/25/2026

Well, these crutches are staying. šŸ¤

I had no clue my stress fracture was as bad as it was until I walked into my doctor’s office on Friday and she brought two surgeons in with her. That’s when my stomach dropped.

I really believed this appointment was going to be about scheduling my next MRI and talking PT. I thought June 5th meant crutches off. I was wrong on both counts.

The verdict: all three of them agree I don’t need surgery — but I’m close enough to that line that I have to stay on crutches. Starting June 5th, I can walk 2 minutes a day without them. Each week I add a little more. JULY 13th is the hopeful day.

I’m not gonna lie, it’s been hard to process. I keep having to remind myself of the wins: no surgery. No follow-up MRI. Cleared to start water running and upper body weights.

Pool running belt incoming. Amanda’s Revenge Tour 2027 starts now.

šŸ“ø a candid from my boys — my favorite medicine

Tomorrow I see my doctor.It’ll mark 4 weeks since my MRI showed a stress fracture in my hip. Four weeks on crutches. Fou...
05/21/2026

Tomorrow I see my doctor.

It’ll mark 4 weeks since my MRI showed a stress fracture in my hip. Four weeks on crutches. Four weeks of not walking, never mind running.

I’m praying for good news. Praying I’m slowly finding my way back to the road.

But the truth? The thing I miss most isn’t the running.

It’s waking up with purpose. With a goal. With something that pushes me, grounds me, dares me to become more than I was the day before.

I miss track nights. Weekend long runs. The conversations only runners understand. The little waves, nods, and smiles when you pass someone on the road — those tiny human connections that make the world feel softer and bigger than yourself.

I miss racing. Standing at the start line just before the gun, heart pounding like the beat drop in a club.

I miss the sun on my face. The wind — ideally at my back.

But most of all, I miss who I am after the run. The high. The exhaustion. The accomplishment. That overwhelming feeling of being fully, undeniably alive.

Running is full of highs and lows. I’ll admit — I didn’t know it could feel this low.

And I know. I know it could be so much worse. I’m grateful for a body that’s healing. For the people carrying me through this. For the road still waiting.

But tomorrow, I’m praying. .lisa.dpt

Mom, I miss you so much it hurts. I would give anything to hear you laugh, feel your arms around me, and tell me everyth...
05/11/2026

Mom, I miss you so much it hurts. I would give anything to hear you laugh, feel your arms around me, and tell me everything is going to be ok. Happy Mother’s Day. Always and forever. šŸ¤

When an injury leaves you feeling lost and so unlike yourself, sometimes it takes the friend who knew you before to make...
05/08/2026

When an injury leaves you feeling lost and so unlike yourself, sometimes it takes the friend who knew you before to make you smile and remind you who you still are. šŸ¤

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