A couple of years ago, my then eleven-year-old son ran his first marathon. I watched from the
curb as he crossed mile twenty-four. Together we jogged the last few miles of the race, and when
he finally saw the finish line, he sprinted toward it, leaving me behind. He made it look so easy.
“Next year, Mom,” he shouted over his shoulder, “we cross this line together.”
I am now training to run my second marathon and my son will be running his third.
You just never know where inspiration will come from.
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