My sweet mom has been worrying about me for nearly 47 years. My love of running long races through the woods (in freezing rain at times) gives her another point of concern."I just hope you don't overdo it," she said yesterday. This from a woman who set the gold standard for hard work throughout her life-- rising before dawn, managing a post office, returning home after dark to begin second shift as housecleaner, chef, and parent.
I am so lucky-- I get to choose most of my physical challenges. And at the end of each race, I get a medal. Maybe I should give them to Mom.
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