Actually, it is the other way around. I, by no means, am good enough for the ING. But that’s not why I choose San Fran.
Ever since I was a kid I have envisioned myself in San Fran. Yet I’ve never seen the city.
I attribute this partly to my moms tale of the post-college day her friend showed up on her doorstep, bags packed, ready to hit the road and drive-country… and she didnt go.
I’m grateful she didn’t go, as otherwise I wouldn’t exist, but maybe part of her longing for the bay area wore off on me?
To satisfy our shared hunger I had suggested a month or so ago that we should take a long weekend there in honor of her ‘significant-age birthday’ and my pending ‘Year 3.0.’
When she called me back to say she could get time off in October, I had already found the Nike Womens half. It was a done deal. We were going to San Fran.
What’s more exciting than hanging out in SF with my mom (and hopefully my brother) is that she’ll be there to cheer me on. Running means nothing to my mom but her being there to see me accomplish one of the toughest endeavors of my life, to date, means A LOT to me.
Seeing things through and showing dedication to my endeavors is something I learned from my mom. It was one of the most important lessons I learned growing up.
When I wanted to quit dance to have more time with my friends, she made it clear that it wasnt an option.
Quitting was never an option. (But not in the grunting, winning the football championship kinda way; more of a ‘be responsible’ kinda way.)
And it’s how I live out most of my activities today. It’s hard to follow through entirely when I sign up for so damn much. But unless I have to give up sleep or sanity in order to accomplish something, believe me, it’ll get done.
Maybe I have something to prove… maybe I just thrive on the challenge… or maybe my mom just instilled the right values in me. Either way, I’m getting to San Fran and I’m finishing that bloody race.
And I have my mom to thank… And cheer me on! Love you mom!!
Me with mom celebrating her “significant-age” birthday at the NYC Highline.