See Mama Run

A friend writes beautifully about how she has used exercise to "exorcise" some of her emotional road blocks. On Thanksgiving morning, I ran a 5k and may have glacially nudged myself nearer to peace with the fact that we are done having kids. Geoff and I ran together, he, not the least bit winded keeping conversation about his grad class. Me huffing and steaming, my thoughts scattered and restless. I had found the race online, thinking it would be inspring along the Susquehanna or something. It turned out we ran through this 1940's neighborhood, making a loop. There were a few pilgrims and turkeys to try to keep up the morale, but it being central PA, they wore nonplussed expressions of boredom and dread. I ran to throw off my sadness that my bod now has recreational needs not just procreational needs. I ran to celebrate that I wasn't pushing a jogger. I ran to honor my good ol' gams that have brought me so far. I ran to inspire my daughters to try and compete atheletically, cumbersome and slow as I was.

Here are photos of our post-dinner Talent Show.