I am running for every mom, as a mom, who has had to see their baby endure chemo. I am running for every mom, as a mom, who has had to wear a paper hospital gown just to touch their baby. I am running for every mom, as a mom, who did not get to bring their baby home. I run in memory of my youngest son and cherish everyday with my oldest one. Join me in my adventures through motherhood, family life, and the challenges of being a 30-something athlete.
Monday, February 21, 2011
We've had some unseasonably nice weather this weekend, it was awesome! We took both boys to our neighborhood park to play. One of the unique things about being a foster parent, you never know what the kiddos you have in your home have been exposed to...positive or negative life experience...I mean you have an idea about the big stuff but not the day to day. So, when we arrive at the park, Wes takes off to run, yell as loud as he can (apparently a few months of inside voices is hard on a kid) and jump off everything he can. I plop "Izzy" down in a kiddie swing and give him a big push without thinking twice...then I hear it...the gasp for life...parents know that gasp. It's the gasp of having your breath taken away while being horribly terrified all in one shot. Only children
have that gasp and parents recognize it instantly. It never occurred to me that a 16 month old would never have been to a playground or been on a swing.
So I grab the swing, comfort "Izzy", and we try again...this time with little pushes and the mommy funny voice to make it seem fun. He did well, Dave even got him to go down a slide all by himself.
We got some other home accomplishments this weekend too. Hair cuts. Dave does a good job cutting Wes' hair. Wes does a good job getting his hair cut...now. He thinks it's funny to make his hairs little.
I lead the group run on Sunday for TEAM In Training. I had a group of about 7 all with varying distances to cover. I had 7 and it went well. What is super awesome about running with an organized group is the support and camaraderie. It is great to be surrounded by people who share similar goals. When I tell most people I train for marathons and triathlons, they look at me like I am completely nuts. They also look me up and down (the whole body scan) and seem surprised I can accomplish such feats. It's kind of a punch to the ego but what are you going to do. I do not look like an Olympic marathoner..all skin, bones, and leg muscles. I am curvy and it is obvious I have had children. Most of the people I run with on the TEAM are in the exact same boat. We are not competing. We just want to accomplish something amazing while helping others. I had a great run on Sunday and it really made me appreciate my TEAM-mates!