Sep
20
Whenever I get back from a Sunday long run, I’ll always have a missed call from my mom, as she’s eagerly waiting for my run update (although part of me thinks she’s checking in to make sure I’m still alive).
Sunday evening I also always email her a link to my route, and without a doubt I’ll receive an email Monday morning, with a screen shot of my run, and words reminding me how amazed she is with my running skillz.
Sometimes the thought of calling her at the end of my long run, is the only thing that keeps me running when I am, in fact, about to die.
