Twelve women on my mother’s side of the family have had breast cancer—twelve of us. When a distant cousin asked if it would be okay to include my name on a T-shirt for a fundraiser, I did not hesitate to tell her yes.
She asked me to please, please wait at the finish line when I was done and get a picture of her crossing. Only it didn’t happen as she had pictured.
I crossed two finish lines this week…the four mile marker of the Denver Turkey Trot [and] 30,000 words in 30 days…though neither meant the end of anything.
It takes me anywhere from just under 10 minutes to closing in on 11 minutes to complete one mile. Obviously I’m not in it for the competition – except for me against myself.
We laughed…after the first 5k we ran together…after she got to the finish line a good four minutes ahead of me and realized that running isn’t really hard to do. Hard. But not really.