Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Over the weekend my husband, Razor, ran a marathon. 26.2 miles. ::gulp:: My Achilles tendons hurt just saying the words.
There were 18,500 runners combined for the marathon and half marathon and my husband rocked it. Like . . . rocked it out of the park!
Razor, I'm so immensely proud of you. First, of course, for running a marathon. Duh. But for setting an example for our children of determination, persistence, humility and strength. For training for a marathon but never making your family feel like it was a priority over us. For following your passions to the fullest. I've never loved you more than right this second. And can say that again tomorrow and the next day. And the next. Infinity.