A runner is given half their raw - genetic - physical ability from their mom; Yet, physical ability is just a small percent of what it takes to be a runner.
Here's a small ode to my mom on her birthday.
- For every endeavour I have taken, you have never said I can't.
- You told me that in the grand plan of life, beauty is not important, so I became powerful in mind.
- You caught me in all of my scheming...you always gave me fair punishment. It taught me to be clever so I wouldn't cheat life but it also taught me that some things are worth being punished for.
- I was given the middle name Ruth from your mother. Although you've taught me how to be ruthless when it came to payback.
- I've never met someone as critical - your critical eye has served me to be tireless in pursuit of excellence.
- You taught me that being silly is the best remedy to boredom. And that talking animals are a child's best past-time.
- That as a rule the journey is more fun than the destination.
- You pointed out that there are always other people who have it worse - always respect your darkest hour with a positive attitude.
- You told me to trust no one.
- You taught me that there is always - ALWAYS - more than one way to finish something.
- Sometimes it's fun to be a little evil.
- Above all you taught me that a mothers love is undying and unyielding.
I'm a better runner because of my mother.