Run, Forrest, Run…

It’s Marathon Day here in Boston, and I am in awe of those who choose to run. No, it’s not the international elite runners who give me pause; it’s the every day Joe and Jane who take the challenge, get the blisters and sore muscles, and push themselves to do a demanding, nearly impossible task. When my kids were younger, we would watch the race and I would cheer, yell, clap and holler as the runners ran past. My children were mortified, and my husband looked puzzled. I must have been living vicariously through those runners. Meanwhile, back in real life, I would occasionally get on the treadmill, perhaps “do” the elliptical, and maybe take a walk. The walks have been most frequent and regular practice lately. They’re not known for their speed, but do provide some sanity time along with some sweat. I have actually thought about perhaps, maybe, possibly training for some road race someday… maybe…maybe I’ll walk the Falmouth Road Race route. That could be a beginning.