Then Margaret's words popped in my head "at least they're out there." That's what mattered. We were all out there trying to do something good with the bodies we had been given.
Okay, so for some of us that was only partly true. But at least we were trying.
I don't know if it was this little thought that spurred me on through the heat and cottonmouth or the endorphins produced when I laughed, but I made my goal. I finally made it through 7 miles in 1hr. 2 min. & 28 seconds.
I was glad I was out there!Me with Emma after running my last race the 4th of July "Freedom Run."