On Sunday, I finished my first marathon. I started training because I needed something to occupy my mind after I lost mom- something meaningful that wasn't my job. She had always asked if I was running the CIM each year since I started running, and she would go watch runners complete the last few miles.
The race was grueling, but not so bad that I won't do it again. I started training 18 weeks ago, and did accomplish something I am proud of, that mom would be proud of also.
I told John about two women I saw running the race, with shirts on identifying them as mother and daughter. John joked that if mom were still here, neither she nor I would have run the race. I think he is right.
