Mom's Run

Sunday was my Mothers birthday. She would of been 77. She was simply the glue that held the family together. Moms always run. So as I ran that night at sunset along the north shore we ran together. I chose a brisk pace in her honor and it was my first fast run since finishing the Portland Marathon 2 weeks prior. Portland took a lot out of me and I have been taking it easy and resting more than I normally do in between runs. Mom never rested. She always ran the household, ran to the store, ran to do the laundry, ran to make sure we were safe and loved. Moms always run. She was afraid of no one, not even the cancer that took her. She taught me to stand up for myself no matter what, and definitely walked the talk. South Philadelphia in the late 50's and 60's was a tough place for us kids and Mom ran a household and lifestyle that any one would be proud of. Trying to think what life would of been like without her as a child is unfathomable. So I run for her and now for my Son and Daughter. Will our children remember us the way we remember our parents? Go out for a run and the answer will soon come. Please know Moms always run!