a dream runs into reality
My mother doesn’t often do things for herself. She continually puts the family’s needs, wants and goals ahead of her own. So when she finally came into view two blocks away from accomplishing her personal goal of finishing a 25k, we went wild with excitement!
“That’s her! That’s her!” I screamed. Dad and I snapped photos and the rest of Mom’s cheering section jumped up and down, pumped their fists in the air and whooped it up! There was no way she could miss us. Mom laughed as she waved to her fans and continued toward the finish line.
My mom has participated in the River Bank Run for years, always running in the 5k event. Several years ago, she made up her mind to run the 25k before she turned 60. Her plan was to work up to it by running the 10k first. She joined a running club last year to help her train for the event. Unfortunately, an injury prevented Mom from running the 10k. She was able to run the 5k, but was disappointed that she would have to put off her goal for another year.
Then, Mom turned our summer tragedy into an autumn triumph when she completed the half marathon in honor of Rosario. A half marathon is only two miles less than a 25k, and Mom knew her goal was still within reach.
Training was grueling during the winter months, but she stuck with it. One Saturday she ran four miles in six degree temps… or was it six miles and four degrees? Either way, it didn’t seem to bother Mom – her passion for running and determination to reach her goal kept her motivated, as did her friends and teammates in the running club.
Race day finally arrived, along with an overcast sky, on-and-off rain, massive winds and the coldest temperatures the event has had in recent years. It was decent running weather for some, a little too cold and windy for others and downright miserable for spectators, but Mom’s cheering section was full. Rosario, Angelica and I went early to see the elite runners. We were soon joined by Cecilia2 and Curt. Aunt Sylvia came with flowers for Mom and her running buddy, Karen (10k). Dad and Rita arrived later, followed by Jeffrey. All of us were eager to show our support.
We cheered for the other runners as we watched and waited for Mom to run by. We waited and waited and waited. And then… there she was with the finish line in sight! Mom’s distant dream was not so distant. It was absolutely thrilling to see Mom, after years of sacrificing herself and her goals for the sake of the family, run her dream into reality. We made such a commotion when we saw Mom that other spectators stared at us, but we didn’t care. We jumped, shouted and cheered until Mom was well out of hearing.
I’m so proud of you, MOM! You didn’t let anything stand in the way of your goal. You allowed your age to become a motivation instead of an excuse. You are an inspiration, Mom. Don’t get excited – you didn’t inspire me to run a race. You continue to inspire me to accomplish my goals no matter how impossible they may seem and no matter how long it may take. I love you, Mom.