This past weekend was significant in Scroogyland, not just because it was Mother’s Day, but also because my daughters saw me cross the finish line of my first 5K.
It brings tears to my eyes to think of it, Peeps.
Me, Scroogy- far from athletic- finished a run. (Well, more of a walk/jog- heavy on the walk, but still…)
Lala and Loopsy waited for me, with their grandparents and their Daddy, at the finish of Saturday’s Color Run here in Baltimore.
They witnessed their Mom -television addict, usually found reading novel after novel on the couch or spending hours on the computer writing or playing Candy Crush- finish something she’d set out to do last summer. Mommy got ready for, and ultimately finished, a 5K.
Without having a heart attack or passing out or spraining anything.
I’ll never forget how proud I felt when I saw them and heard them calling for me as I jogged under the inflatable Finish arch, covered in layers of colored dust, sweaty, and a little red in the face.
Girls, if you read this one day, this is what I want you to remember:
Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t or that you shouldn’t. Not even yourselves.
Don’t let people judge you for your size or your looks or your past. Not even that voice in your head.
If you work hard, if you stick to anything, you can finish what you start. You can do or be anything. You can beat any odds, meet any goals you set for yourself.
I love you girls. This 5K was for you.
The next one is for me.