Back in the spring, not long after the Boston Marathon, I found myself scrolling through the Boston Athletic Association’s charity listings. I clicked through page after page of logos until one stopped me: the Make-A-Wish Foundation, Massachusetts and Rhode Island Chapter.
Their mission tugged at me. During my early nursing years — first in the pediatric ICU, later in home health — I saw how serious illness affects children and families. I sent an email asking to be added to their interest list, thinking maybe I’d try for a charity bib for Boston.
A few months later, I got an email inviting me to apply for the Make-A-Wish Boston Marathon team. It wasn’t a guaranteed spot, just a waitlist — but it gave me a spark of motivation. I started running more consistently, just in case.
Then summer rolled on, and something shifted. My youngest son, Ryan, started talking about running a marathon — Napa Valley, March 2026. The idea of training alongside him, sharing that experience after all these years, just felt right.
Now that it’s past September 29th, it’s clear I won’t be running Boston through Make-A-Wish. And honestly, I’m okay with that. The more I think about it, the more I realize I’d rather run Napa. It’s closer to home, closer to family, and closer to the heart of why I run in the first place.
Ryan’s enthusiasm has rubbed off on me, and the thought of crossing another finish line — my twentieth marathon — feels possible again. Still, I know myself: if I linger too long in the what-if zone, I’ll never get there.
Registration for Napa goes up tonight, and I keep hovering over the button. Part of me hesitates, wondering if I’m ready. Another part knows that the only way to find out is to sign up and start showing up.
Maybe that’s what this next chapter is about — not waiting to be chosen, but choosing myself.

After checking in at the volunteer registration table, we found a sunny place to prepare for the race – securing our headbands, timing chips, and start wrist bands. We checked our bags, emptied our bladders, did a mini stretch and warm up and reconnected with Jen & George.
The Herc Hoist was next, followed by the Multi-Rig (All Rings for the Sprint). Then came the Hurdles. After each trying to hop up to the pointy crest, Carol and I helped each other over the lot before we went on to the Atlas Carry. Remembering the technique of rolling the stone from the ground up one bent knee then across the other raised knee, I managed to lift mine off the ground without my back taking the brunt of it. It was a nice change for me.
We walked a bit before hitting the Bucket Carry. This has never been a favorite, but I picked up my bucket with hope that it wouldn’t be as bad as the last time. The hill we carried our loads up and then down was steep. I focused on firming my core and pelvis as I made my way and I had to stop a number of times to give my back a break or let the crowd ahead thin out so that I could choose my path of preference. This was important as it was hard to see over my bucket on the way downhill. Robert and Carol waited for me to finish before we climbed the next hill.
We arrived at the Spear Throw next. I set up my throw, aimed at the target, but somehow managed to hit my pack and head with the spear at the end of my throw. Thirty more Burpees for me…and Carol. But Robert hit it straight on. He went ahead of us towards the [uphill] Barbed Wire Crawl – which was lower to the ground than other races.
