A gift was handed to me last Saturday. After days of downpours, I could have had an entire day with no place to be and nothing to do.
But instead of sleeping in and spending the day getting my house organized, I made a rash decision.
I decided to run a half marathon.
It’s a decision that only a mom used to crazy chaos might make. I’m so accustomed to running around like a chicken with my head cut off that I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when a day of peace and quiet is handed to me.
As soon as I got the third cancellation e-mail on Friday afternoon, I went onto Facebook and typed this status post: “Anyone spose to run the half or in a relay tomorrow who wants to bail out? I’d be willing to take your place now that my day is suddenly free!”
