Running With My Son...
Washington DC Rock and Roll Half Marathon When I left work on Thursday, I told my co-teacher, that he was going to have to live without me for a day. It went something like this: Co-teacher: What are you up to now?! E: Off to DC to run a half marathon with my son and his friend. Co-teacher: Do you ever get tired of inspiring people? E: You know that’s not why I do this. I just want the memory with my son. Co-teacher: I’m pretty sure that you are going to do both. But, memory building truly was what I was seeking. Noah is not ready to leave the nest, but with only two years left of high school, I can certainly see the outline of his flight pattern. I had planned this trip months ago, with the idea that my kid would run his first marathon, with mom by his side as coach, cheerleader, and crew. A few weeks ago, Noah approached me, worried. With hockey up to six days a week, tennis, and a full load as an honor student, there just wasn’t time to