You remember it. I know you do.
That phone company commercial that showed a typical suburban mom training for her first marathon. Her kids excitedly gather around the computer to map her route… they even show up at the starting line to wish her luck. And then… after months of training and sweat and dogged determination… she’s alone. You know. Alone. Out where the running shoe rubber meets the road. Just her and the asphalt, her pumping arms throwing shadows on the pavement as those huge tractor trailers whiz by. Hours go by.
It’s hot. She’s exhausted. And then, salvation. Her cell phone rings. She answers, and lo and behold, it’s her kids screaming “Go, Mom! GO!!!!!” Cue the music.
Cue the happy tears.
Well, I’m not a suburban mom, but that was ME last weekend, poptarts. Yup.
My running shoe rubber hit the road. I RAN A HALF MARATHON. (more…)












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