Grandma’s marathon — it’s the famous Minnesota marathon held in June. I’m running it in October instead.
It’s sad to write, but this week my grandma passed away at 92, the last of my living grandparents. I remember all the good times I had with her… the piles and piles of chocolate chip cookies she made me. The fun secrets we kept. The time we spent just telling stories about the old days.
Life wasn’t easy for her and I know she hit the wall more than once in her lifetime. So when I hit the wall on Summit Avenue, somewhere around mile 20 of the Twin Cities Marathon this Sunday, I know she’ll be watching and cheering me on like she always did, “go Jimmy go”… and I’ll work through the bumps just like she did for 92 years.
This marathon is for you grandma. I miss you.