My mom died a week ago Tuesday. It doesn’t seem like there is much to say about running after typing that. I ran a handful of times over the past few weeks. Each run felt worse than the next. I’m sore, I’m tired, I’m sad and I’m angry. I’m going to bed early, yet I’m still sleepy all the time. Here’s a funny thing though; I’m supposed to run the Austin marathon this Sunday. I’m undertrained. It’s supposed to be hot and storming, but I’m going to run anyway. No matter how tough things with mom were over the pasts year, I managed to squeeze out my long runs. They were slow and they were ugly, but I made sure to get them done. And so I will run. One of the last things my mom said to me was “you can do anything you want to do.” I will run Austin for her. It will be ugly, it will be slow, it will involve crying, but this one’s for mom. I’ll let you know how it goes.