My mom, circa 1958 |
As funny as the anti-gym stories were, my mom's dislike of exercise was no joke. She started smoking when she was 17, to look cool, and as part of a recommendation in a brochure she got at her doctor's office to help control weight. Sadly, she passed away six years ago, still smoking, which, if it controlled her weight only helped tip the scales higher. I never saw my mother ride a bike nor run in the 45 years I knew her.
My mom always wanted the best for her kids, that we would find the happiness she dreamed of having. She had many talents, and she also had many regrets over the missed opportunities in her own life. I wish she had found a way to be her better self, to leap over her obstacles. There are so many things I now wish I could share with her, especially as I enter new stages in my own life and gain the wisdom to better understand the passages she traversed in hers. In many ways, she continues to inspire me. I thought of her today as I pushed myself to run just a little harder. Love you, Mom.
Até amanhã...
8/29/11 - 3.3 miles | 34 mins | 5.7 mph | 349 kcal
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