A few weeks ago, I injured my left knee running. Truthfully, I didn’t injure it that day but that day a problem I’d been ignoring became severe. My left patella (kneecap) popped out of place. You’d think I would have stopped running and walked home, but I didn’t. I adjusted […]
As I get into the zone, I begin thinking of my mother, who died in October 2001. She never saw me fit. She never saw me run. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to have her waiting at the finish line for me. I know she would cheer, shout and put on a show as if I had won the race. I even imagine taking my finisher medal and placing it around her neck because I know that even when things were uncomfortable, when things were going wrong in her life, she maintained her focus. She didn’t quit. She ran for me.