I have a confession to make. I’ve never run more than 17 kilometers alone. While I consistently harp on about how I could be alone with my thoughts or empty my head when I’m running, the truth is the husband always goes with me. So there’s always someone to share the frustration, to be the subject of my irritation when it gets too tough, to motivate me, to laugh with.
Last week Mama took you to the park early in the morning, just after Papa left. You probably have forgotten already. Today I’m looking at the photos I took that day. It was a short two-hour of playing outside. But it felt longer because you had so much fun.