My sister Steffi (well, technically, she’s my sister-in-law, but I hate semantics with family) is running in the California International Marathon tomorrow. Mama and Papa B have gone out to Sac to support her, and both Dana and I wish we were there. It’s just unfortunate money and timing. Even if we had the money to take off for Sac tonight, we are still performing in Lessons & Carols tomorrow at Epiphany. So tonight, even though my body is in Houston, my thoughts are sitting on the couch next to her.
I’m not sure what to say. I don’t know anything about running. All I know is that marathons are like, 8 bucks a month on Netflix and I’m okay with that. It just seems important to recognize that Steffi SAW what she wanted to do, and once it was in her mind, she just tore after it like a house on fire. It’s inspiring. If Steffi can run a marathon, what can I do?
The skies are limitless on that one, and when I find a direction, I’ll be the first to say that Steffi gave me the endurance to stay in the race until the end.
I love you, Counselor. Maybe we could watch The West Wing while you’re pounding the pavement. Both marathons. Seems legit.