Part of turning the corner included finding some healthy ways to view myself and live my life. This included my continued love of running which eventually turned into triathlon training. During my marathon training, Mom and John where my support team. The spent endless Saturday mornings driving around Lake Sammamish, giving me water and gu. I'm sure mom was making sure I didn't get run over or abducted as well. I specifically remember a race mom came to down in Olympia. She took her entire day to truck me down to Myllersylvinia State park and wait for me to complete my thirteen mile run. I can imagine watching marathon running has got to be the most boring thing in the world. You wait and wait and wait for them to return. At least in triathlons you get to watch people transition. I won that race, the only win I've ever had. I remember winning, because it felt great. Most importantly, I remember her being there.
I called my mom on Friday and asked if I could come to her house on Saturday morning, drop of the girls and go for a long run. Of course I could! They were going to work on their yard so the kids to help. Well, I don't think they got much of their yard worked on! But the girls had a great time. Mom accompanied us to the Mountlake Terrace pool where we took the girls swimming. I love that she comes to the pool with us and I love watching her swim with her granddaughters. It is truly a thing of beauty. I am so grateful that she works so hard to keep herself healthy so I can watch these moments.
Mom, you are the best. You are the mom I hope to be for Payton and Marley!
