My son is getting married soon.  The wedding and the preparation leading up to it has been very emotional for me.  I never thought it would hit me this hard, and I cry a lot as a result.  At work it’s been busy so I haven’t had a lot of chances to think about it, but when I do I get teary eyed.  He moved out last month, so I figured the wedding part should be a piece of cake but it hasn’t. 

I guess it’s that as I look back, I see how fast the years flew by.  I wonder now what I could have done different or what would I change.  I asked him and he said there wasn’t anything but I still have this feeling that there was.  I know he would have liked home cooked meals. He will finally get that wish because this girl is a renaissance lady.  She can sew, cook, and iron.  I used to cook years ago, but now I just don’t seem to find the time or the energy.  I hope they know how much they mean to me, I love them and would do anything for them.

I did the marathon.  I woke up early before my alarm not because I was anxious, but because my nephew (17 years old) was throwing up.  I went to check on him and he said he thought he had the flu.  By the time I finished getting dressed he was already back to sleep and I was grateful because I didn’t want to leave if he was still puking. 

I too had an upset stomach but I figured it was nerves.  I felt really good for the first fifteen miles and was right on track for my goal to finish 4:30 or 5:00 hours.  After that my upper thighs started to get muscle cramps though.  I’d never had them before so I really didn’t know what to do.  Other runners encouraged me to finish, so I did.  It was the hardest thing I think I have ever done in my life both mentally and physically.  I made it in 5:20, not a great time but I finished and I will never do another marathon again.  I did it all by myself.