Dianna, my former Wesleyan officemate, runs her second marathon tomorrow. I will be frantically sewing up my knitting project, so I won’t be able to be there in person, but I’ll try to send umbrella-like thoughts to hang out over her head for the race. (And, Di, these will be big golf-sized umbrellas, not measly little umbrellas like I normally carry around.)
And I would be remiss if I didn’t offer good luck wishes, too, to her Running Chick pals, April-Anne and Michelle, who’ll be joining her for a slog through the rain. I don’t know you guys personally, but you make Di’s world a better one, so thanks and good luck tomorrow!
Di, you remain an inspiration to me (and probably many others who’d rather hang out inside where it’s comfortable):
If I want to change the reflection
I see in the mirror each morn,
You mean that it’s just my election,
To vote for a chance to be reborn.
Thanks for getting up off the couch and out the door on a regular basis, proving that it is all a matter of putting your mind to it. I’m not crazy enough to want to run foot races, but I definitely think of you when I’m out on the bike or Dance, Dance, Revolutioning in the living room.
Kick some butt tomorrow morning. I’ll be rooting for you to come up with a new personal best and to finish in the time you’re hoping for — and to cross the finish line with a smile.