One time, I decided to do something insane and run 26.2 miles with my mom. You kind of have to be insane, or at least have something slightly wrong with you, to want to run a marathon. I don’t know how well anyone’s first marathon goes, but I wouldn’t say that mine was awesome, or that I felt spectacular at the end. Quite the contrary. It’s totally true that the race starts at mile 20, when you’ve gone further than you’ve ever gone.
When I had a complete mental breakdown at mile 25 and was sobbing uncontrollably about why some idiot put a hill in the last few miles of the race, she just nodded and we trudged on. I said the F-bomb more times than I ever have in front of my mother and she didn’t even flinch. The last few miles of a marathon are a completely acceptable place to curse like a sailor. Than again, I think almost any time is perfectly acceptable to curse like a sailor.
We finished that race, and then went on to do more together. Almost every race I’ve run has been with my mom. It feels weird when I run a race without her now. The first race I ever did with her was the Bolder Boulder in 2007. We all wore matching Spongebob Square Pants nighties and even made it onto the big television in the CU stadium.
We ran the Horsetooth Half marathon and survived the hills together. My feet were on fire during this race and were quite painful, but my mom once again stayed with me. I have a bad habit of hurting myself during long distance race training… There was New Belgium beer at the end, an excellent motivator when running long distances.
Then there was that time where a freak shard of glass sliced my left Achille’s tendon. My mom had a house rented and was driving out here before I knew it. She waited through my surgery, took me home and fed me. She woke up every four hours with me to feed me Vicoden and anti-nausea medicine. It was a rough year last year for me, but I am lucky that my mom was there to take care of me.
I am not with my mom on her special day, but if I was, I’d be whipping up a huge feast, complete with sangria and her signature pomegranate cocktail. I am so very lucky to have a mom who sets an incredible example for me, my sister and brother, who can run circles around me and is a fabulous cook. See you in a few weeks, Mom! I love you! Happy Mother’s Day!