Patience; the new endurance sport.

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I kept thinking of Michelle's race report and Sasha's running analogies like ram in the thicket and caged tiger, and wondered if I'd ever feel that way again. I do feel better than I have in a very long time in spite of the old knees.

The false spring is ending, my hands and knees got stiff /cold.  But it did melt all the snow away. I did some grass running around the local school yard, and there was a lot of stuff of the grass, finally exposed after being under the snow since December: a pencil cases, a sock, a jacket, lunch box, trash (lots of trash), and someone's notebook. 

I walked out my front door to see my son and the entire track team on the street running past the house.  It gave my heart such joy.  I made the mistake of getting too excited about skiing and I made many mistakes that prevented him from feeling like he could ever be better than me. His father made the same mistake with Basketball. But running--I'm a girl and his Dad never runs.  So even by default, he wins.  It's something he can excel at all by himself, like it was his  idea.  I'm so pleased he will have something he enjoys doing that will get him through the traumas of being alive.  I am so grateful.