You know the drill, every mile, I run for someone. Usually this person has run a bunch of miles with me listening to my inane chatter. Often this person has suffered through 200 page e-mails of nonsense. I vow not to walk in their mile. I vow to think of them. I vow... But this weekend, as fun as it is setting up to be, isn't all fun and games… and I’d like to run for a few people I’ve never met.
Mile 1 – is for my kids, they’re fabulous, even when they’re driving me nuts. They support me, encourage me, and comfort me when I need it. Love you all, even when you’re talking back.
Mile 2 – is for my Aunt Ann. Her Birthday would have been this week, but we lost her too young to cancer. She was lovely, and beautiful, and full of a grace that I wish I possessed.
Mile 3 – is for my Mother & Sister. I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have strong women like you in my life. Between us we make quite the trio.
Mile 4 – is for my Dad. I want to savor every day.
Mile 5 – is for my Posse. I couldn’t do half of what I do without your support. You GBAs are better than I ever could have wished for… and more than I deserve.
Mile 6 – is for my Grandmother. She’s feisty and strong, and when people say I look and act like her, I am flattered… if only I could be as great as she is… even at 90.
Mile 7 - is for Mere’s Bro ~ Chris. By Sunday it’s hard to know where you’ll be… but no matter where that is, I’m running this for you.
Mile 8 – is for Mere. You’re amazing, and there aren’t words to describe why that is… please know that I will savor the run Mere, because you asked me to… I will bring “GBA”, because you asked me to… and I will have more fun doing it in the moment, because you asked me to.
Mile 9 - is for Sara, for inviting us to the Left Coast.
Mile 10 – is for my Coach. Even when he’s cranky and hot, which seems to be often, he says the right things… I’ll try not to suck.
Mile 11 - is for T. I’m so glad you took up running, and so glad that I decided to succumb to peer pressure… There are really no words. Or there are 1,200. Not a whole lot in between.
Mile 12 – is dedicated to passing all the red shirts on the course.
Mile 13 – is dedicated to me, because once upon a time, I might have doubted I could run 13.1 miles, and today, I’m going out to do it again.
Respect the distance.
Try not to suck.
Savor the run.