Originally written May 26th, 2013.
My husband Jason and I ran the Twilight 10K this evening as part of the Madison Marathon weekend. My legs were tired from being on them all day at the expo, but rarely do we get the opportunity to run a race together through our city. And so, we did.
At mile two, the route took us by the University of Wisconsin Hospital. As we ran by, we saw a med flight chopper leaving from the rooftop – never a good sign. Instantly, it brought us back to when our youngest daughter Allison, at just six weeks old, was brought to this very same hospital, via her own med flight plane. For Jason and I, that experience can seem surreal because Allison, thankfully and miraculously, is now a healthy, happy almost three year-old. But as a parent, you never forget those days and nights in the hospital – desperate for good news, fiercely watching over your child and ignoring the doctors who patiently try to prepare you with percentages and likelihoods of her recovery.
And as the chopper flew over us, Jason and I both looked at each other. No words needed to be said – they were simply felt.
Meet my amazing mother, Ruth.
She started running at the age of 60, and will cross her first half marathon finish line later this month at the Cellcom Green Bay Marathon. This photo (given to me last night by our good friends at Artifice Films) was taken last month…seconds after my mom finished her longest race yet – ten miles.
We’re often asked if there is an age requirement for Fellow Flowers…and I often reference my mom as the example of ‘absolutely not.’ There is no age limit on dreams, determination, setting goals and sheer will. But I’ll let her tell that story someday
She wears the /red/ flower most days, and it fits her perfectly. She’s usually up around 4:30 a.m. (no joke)…and greets the early morning crew at the YMCA before most of us are even awake. She brings it – every. damn. day. No exceptions. Her other favorite color is /yellow/ … running because she gets to…and with deep appreciation…(and in my opinion, because she works her ass off to be able to.)