discover fire

We’ve had an annual tradition (as in it’s happened more than once in a row) until this year. I go up to Medford, Oregon and run once a year with my mom in the Pear Blossom Run. Since we’ve been doing it (aka. since 2005) I’ve been running at least semi-regularly. My mom never runs, unless it’s to get behind the ball and smash it back into the half-her-age-or-younger opposition. (When we talk about tennis, I’m really clear it’s the one time when I can say bad words without repercussion, the usual being, “GO KICK THEIR ASS!”) But I can only get her to run once a year, and it has to be in her hometown, at the Pear Blossom Run, and this year I missed it [insert good wedding and money excuse here].

But my mom, the now-email-addict-once-a-year-runner, gave me the following replay of the run:

Dear fellow runners,

• 6am - I wonder why the radio is coming on in the dark. Oh, yes, it’s Pear Blossom Run day.
• I crawl out and peak out the window. Deck is wet. It’s been raining.
• 6:40 - I park beside the jail house. Take a pit stop in the still fresh portajohns. It’s just a slight mist, so running won’t be bad.
• 7am - we’re off from the starting line.
• 7:33:49 - I huff across the finish line. Gatorade, banana, water; some long sustained leg stretches, and it really starts raining. I head home, shower and now I’m having my morning tea with you.

It’s foggy and dreary - a good day to be inside.

Thanks for the good thoughts - I needed them.

Love
Myrdith

Go mom! That’s an average (assuming the 5k course is really ~3.1miles) 10:54 mile. Rock on! I run slower than that normally. Maybe I should start playing tennis.