The Boston Marathon gets in your blood. Every year on Patriot's Day, no matter what is going on in my life, my mind and heart always goes to the marathon. Three years ago today I watched the marathon while sitting in a hospital room with Sarah (and her parents) waiting to take Emily and Alicenne home for the first time. At the same time, runners were crossing the finish line less than two miles from us. (Note: Sarah's c-section was originally scheduled for the day of the marathon!)
So...who knows when I’ll get another picture of me “trudging” along a 26.2 mile course.
Running a marathon is one thing. Making the time to train for a marathon is another. I told Sarah last night that maybe for my 50th birthday I’ll run a marathon again. Then I’ll have time. I’ll be done with graduate school and the girls will be in elementary school so they can cheer me on. Sarah told me that I could run one now. “Ten minute miles, hon. - you could do it.” Hmmmm.