I got up before dawn on Sunday morning to drive out and set up a spot to watch my mom dash by as she ran her first half marathon, two weeks shy of her 70th birthday. I was, and am, very proud of her.
All my life she’s been there to cheer me on, whether it was little league baseball, soccer, even late and loud nights watching my obnoxious rock bands. It was nice to be able to cheer for her for a change.
It was exciting watching the runners. I’ve done a couple 10K runs in the past, but it’s been a couple years since I really did any running. I’m inspired now to take it up again. Thanks, Mom!