Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Where We Run

We are all runners.

But most of us do not run 26 mile marathons.

Or directly into smoke and danger without second thought.

I found out this week exactly what kind of runner I am.

Full story here in Chicago Parent.


Taken at the Chicago Marathon a few years ago while cheering on a friend.
 
God Bless Boston.

18 comments:

  1. Oh Joe, bless you! That last line almost had me in tears.

    During the London Marathon, which takes place on Sunday, all the runners have pledged to place their hands upon their hearts as they cross the finishing line, as a tribute to those who lost their lives, or where injured.

    Spawn and I will be cheering them on from the sidelines. :)

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    1. What a wonderful act of solidarity. Thank you for sharing, Lily.

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  2. Mar - I cried when reading this. You are not alone. I fought the urge to run out of work to grab the kids after hearing of the Newtown tragedy and again on Monday.

    You find a way to succinctly (and humorously) relay what all of us moms are feeling. Luv ya!

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    1. I love you too! And I know, I know...I gotta pick out dates for The Book of Mormon. Next week, I promise!

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  3. This is why Joe is the man. Well, this plus the fact that firefighters are smokin' hot.

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  4. Your last line choked me up. I watched you in action catching one of the first allowable flights out of Chicago O'Hare International Airport to New York City after 9/11. You attended to grieving company families who lost family members in the collapsing towers. You have a history of confronting and overcoming tragic challenges with True Grit (dusting excluded).
    SF

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    1. Ah...but that was before kids. I'm a big old coward now. But thank you. (:

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  5. You made me cry, Marianne! You've also inspired me to create a disaster plan. I can't imagine how difficult it would be to be in the midst of a disaster and not have your kids with you. Your first step makes so much sense to me.

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    1. It's really the only step I remember. Everything else? I gotta find the sheet.

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  6. Loved the Chicago Parent column and always love how you emote.

    Yesterday I needed a disaster plan to protect me from my husband's doctor. I kid you not! Hubby is doing so well today and yesterday, on our anniversary, that doctor would have put him in a nursing home! Now some day we may really need our doctors, but I do need a doctor disaster plan in the meanwhile.

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    1. Please no hurting the doctors, Carol! At least until next week....

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  7. Wonderful post, Marianne. I do not have even a single witty thing to say. I am a mother too, and that is exactly where I would be running. Bless your sweet husband.

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    1. He is gold. Just don't tell him. It'll give him a big head.

      Thank you for the kind words.

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  8. I live about 30 minutes outside of Boston and when the news hit of the bombings I was in my backyard with the kids. All I could think was, "Is there somewhere safer I should take them?" It's horrible that terrible things like this happen that make us question if a fenced in yard in our own backyard is not a safe place anymore.

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    1. And that's the thing - there doesn't seem to be a safe place anywhere anymore. Breaks my heart that my kids will never feel the same level of safety I had growing up, no matter how hard I try to shelter them.

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  9. Fantastic post! I love your husband's response. You should never be embarrassed for following your gut when it comes to your kids--even if you can't seem to figure out the reason for your angst. I think intuition is one of the best tools we mothers have for keeping our kids safe.

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    1. Thank you, Danelle. I was starting to feel a little crazy, but it seems most moms are on the same page.

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