My plan called for an easy run on Monday. My head, however, was filled with a mind-maddening mix of thoughts that needed to be purged. Only a hard run would do. I pulled on my running clothes, ponied up the little hair I have left, and was out the door. I hit the ground running, and took no time to stretch.
I ran for YaYa’s nightly murmurings of how he misses his Dad.
I ran for BoBo’s unhappiness in school and with friends that have alienated them selves from him.
I ran hard and didn’t let myself give up.
I ran as if I was able to generate the will for my boys to never quit either.
It hurts, but I will not give up.
I will keep on pushing no matter how hard it gets.
Keep pushing girl!!
I’m not sure if I’ve ever told you this or not…but I have so much admiration for you. You are an unbelievable woman and mother, Juls.
Keep on, keepin’ on.
wow. that is strength. strength that your boys must see everyday!
don’t give up, every courageous breath you take brings you closer to healing.