Your mom is blue. Not in the unhappy sense, but rather, she has joined the blue number club at Two Oceans for having run 10 Two Oceans.
I thought I’d have an awesome run, but it mostly sucked. My head, heart and body weren’t really in it, and tried as I did to picture that finish line and the blue number tent, I really couldn’t. It rained and it was windy, and I giggled a lot because it was quite a comedic scene – runners sloshing around with the Cape rain falling sideways and hard, and holding their caps against the wind. But as the rain got stronger, my sense of humour waned, and my legs got weaker. And I slogged through, wanting to throw in the towel and my shoes. But I dug deep to finish with just four minutes to spare – the closest I’ve ever come to not finishing (which says a lot about my running mind and legs at the moment).
And for every truck, digger and crane I saw on the route, I thought of you. For every baby and toddler I saw bundled up in prams and in their parents’ arms, I yearned to be with you. And boy, I missed you. You apparently had a great weekend though – playing with Sisi and her cousins, going for a ride with your dad in a real fire truck, and looking at all kinds of vehicles on
my your iPad, which I left at home for you because I couldn’t bear the tears which started to brew as I was leaving home with it.
I’m not sure where this leaves me and my running shoes. Part of me is done running long distance for now, another part might hurt more on June 3 when I’m at home watching Comrades on TV instead of running it.
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