Why, you might ask, was I so keenly aware of this occasion? That’s because Mom-E and I were in Boston, where Mom-E kicked @$$ despite the near record-setting heat (temps reached the upper 80's) of the Boston Marathon!
I’m so happy for her and proud of her on this tremendous accomplishment! She did great!
It’s been a long road of training, injury, prayer, and healing.
Mom-E qualified for Boston about a year ago. Then, following another (much shorter) race about a month later, she started having some knee problems.
A break from running didn’t help.
Then started the long trail of physical therapy, doctors visits, injections, electrostim treatments, more injections, lots of exercises/ice/foam rolling/ibuprofen, etc., etc., etc.
And still a lot of knee pain with running.
As late as January, Mom-E wasn’t sure whether she’d be able to compete, and potentially even facing the possibility of surgery.
Thankfully, after the combination of all of the above treatments, time, and a lot of prayer, I truly believe that a miracle occurred and God’s will was that her knee would heal.
And it did. And she was able to train. And return to her “running form” rapidly ensued.
Mom-E generally works out during the week at the gym – treadmill, spin classes, lifting, and then does a long run on the weekend.
As a result, Saturday mornings are both a nice time for Mom-E to get away from the chaos of home (we admit that it might sound strange that a 20 mile run, with only your music and your thoughts, could be relaxing, but it kinda is for her), and a fun time for the boys and I to hang out.
I’ve watched BeyBlade: Metal Masters every Saturday at 8am for the past few months. It’s fun to hang out, watch some cartoons, play around in pj’s (and not shower until the afternoon).
Besides the race, it was really fun for Mom-E and I to have just a few days for the two of us (we couldn’t remember the last time we’d flown on an airplane without a stroller, diaper bag, and fussy-hungry-thirsty boys.
Many (and BIG!) thanks to Gramm-E and Grampap for hanging out with the boys during our absence. No doubt you’re ready for a vacation now after the chaos of chasing after the boys for a few days!
Again, it’s hard to put into words how proud I am of Mom-E on her accomplishment. And a strong reminder of the power of faith and prayer, that saw her though this.
Of course, there were runners dressed as hamburgers, the American Flag, and Minnie Mouse, and runners in tu-tu's.
But there were also service-men and -women dressed in full fatigues with backpacks, amazing wheelchair and hand-bike racers, and other inspiring stories like Team Hoyt (Google it).
And then there was just the tremendous camaraderie that exists among runners. 300 yards from the finish, I saw a man who’s legs cramped up so badly that he could barely stand anymore. Two fellow runners – apparently complete strangers – took him under their arms and walked with him to the finish. Amazing!
God Bless America!
See you on Fatherhood Friday,