Ahem. If you have a moment...

Sweet Baboo is running a hundred miles today.

Yes, AGAIN.

You can't stop a tornado, or a train, or any of the other analogies that a 200+ pound man running represents. I told him he'd have to tell his parents, though. At least one parent responded with a stony silence, and then eye rolls. Who could blame a parent for feeling that way?

He says that the experience is very spiritual for him. very important. I can't argue with that. I know what I get from running. There's enough joy for everyone, and I want Baboo to have more than his share, whenever he can. He wants to do it better this time.

So, he called me this morning from Arkansas, where he's doing this, before he started. He has lots of drop bags, and this time he put index cards in a baggie in each drop bag, to remind of what to do, like check his feet.


I couldn't be there this time because I had prior obligations. I"ll be aqua jogging today until Mini-baboo comes home from his cros-country meet in Gallup, then I'll be chauferring him and his date to and from Homecoming. I'm not an ultra-runner today. I'm an ultra-mom, and my boys are running.

So, if you have a moment and some extra good thoughts and wishes, send them towards Little Rock.

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