Half Dedicated

I had started a dedication….  13.1 miles of cheerful silly dedication for my posse, my peeps, my coach, my friends…

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.

Always epic.

Cowbell.