Inspiration

3.2 miles 35.17 11.02 pace 8:30am 85 degrees




I slept in this morning. Yes, for some of us, after 6am is sleeping in. I woke to gray skies, gray mood and a deep desire to stay in bed with Steven King, toast and coffee. I knew it would be hot as hell with humidity to add to the discomfort. My joints are achy in the morning and I’m slow to move those first few steps. If I had a witness, he might call me “Old Woman”. I’m certain he would do so with a sweet smile on his face and would make it up to me later. (I like to daydream.)

I switched on my IPad, checked my email, and then checked Facebook. My son is running a race this morning. After reading his status update, I put on my shoes and I got my butt out the door.

January, 2010 started a roller coaster of emotion for our family. The losses have come fast, hard, and heavy. Through this Chris and I have found running to be a sanctuary of sanity. We’ve both felt our bodies ache but nowhere near the pain that’s hit our hearts.

I hope you had a fantastic run today, son. And I hope you had a lot of fun. You deserve that. I love you.



Mom



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