Run Wild to support Heal the Bay

I'm a masochist that covets the pain of aching legs and wheezing lungs after running exactly 3.106856 miles, so naturally this fits my needs
Every Wednesday afternoon, I walk out to the swash zone of the Santa Monica Municipal Pier to monitor our local marine life. Come evening, I record and document the cards of trash volunteers find on beaches and refer to Heal The Bay's "Beach Report Card," a regular report that usually reveals a string of poor grades, to see how our waters are affecting the marine life I find.
One day, I hope to put in "0" in the register of plastic and styrofoam pieces found, and an "A" in the grade-book of our local waterways.
With the lanky frame and short stature depicted above, I have managed to find a way to run 5000 meters. Scientists hate me for it