…excited, like it was Christmas! I mean, it was Boston Day! The best day of the year for so many! And one of our teammates was running, and was nervous to finish. (He finished with flying colors, btws, and we never doubted he could do it for a second). And by the end of the day yesterday, we were devastated. I don’t need to repeat what happened at the finish line at Boston about 4 hours into the race on Monday, I’m sure you’ve heard. But I feel like we all need to pause, and take stock in what we have. I want to take a second, be absolutely corny, and say this.
I am grateful for those of you who’ve read and commented on this blog. Your support keeps me going.
I am grateful for my job and my work friends. We squabble like a little family, but we love each other. You make going to work a pleasure.
I am grateful for running. It’s changed a lot for me.
I am grateful for my family. I am more grateful since my Mom’s been sick.
I am grateful that Kerry Seal, our teammate, is coming back from Boston safe and sound.
I’m grateful for Zumba, Yoga, and however it is I choose to move. It keeps me calm.
I could go on for days. But you’d probably get sick of it.
So here’s my race shirt, showing my Boston folks a little support.
And I leave you with this – a Russian children’s folk song that’s gotten me through a few rough days.
May there always be sunshine,
May there always be blue skies,
May there always me Mama,
May there always be me.