A while back, I saw a note that the Boston Marathon was opening up some limited entries to those who had some sort of impact from the bombing last April. I skinnied down my experience and submitted an application.
To my surprise I got this in my inbox on Wednesday morning:
Oh my word yes, yes, yes a million times yes I want to go. But then I came back down to reality and remembered life and responsibilities, yada yada yada. So after some reflection and a pretend glass of red wine I got to thinking….
Thinking about the time it takes to train, the fact that the boys were pretty traumatized by my last trip and concern about how they will handle/worry about my being in Boston again especially with what is bound to be high media coverage. Let’s face it, we talked about bombs for months after the event, nightmares were had, pictures were drawn and tears shed about the event and the worry they experienced.
I desperately want to be there to do my thing, but I’ve got to think of the impact of my attendance on the boys. A little mommy resolution is not worth a weekend of anxious, worried kiddos.
So instead, I pinky swore Strawberry that I would run the Boston Marathon with him when he was old enough and qualified enough to do so. That little nugget puts his mind to things and they happen. And with that, I can likely say see ya in Beantown 2024!
And so my confession is the struggle of any mom, no less working mom. There’s the struggle between what you yourself want to do: train hard, be fast(er), and run all the things. And what you need to do: pack lunches, work the job, drive to practices, dig erasers out of noses, schedule doctor’s appointments, etc.
I have my resolve, but in this phase of my life…the hearts and minds of those little boys get to trump that. So Boston, I will see you soon. I don’t know when…but know that I’m coming for you in the future!