2.60 miles
Today I baked some pumpkin walnut cookies and as I went to set the timer on my microwave I noticed it wasn’t on. It wasn’t unplugged so I switched outlets thinking maybe that was the issue, but still nothing. The digital numbers were gone and the light inside was off. I started to cry. Because it wasn’t just a microwave, it was a gift from my Dad about 15 years ago. I knew eventually that microwave would die out but now of all days?
And then the tears were about knowing he isn’t here for me to tell him how Chicago went. When I ran Chicago for the American Cancer Society in 2016, my Dad was my first donor who supported me. During my 16-mile run, it hit me about this Chicago, and as the tears started to fall I immediately saw a butterfly zoom past me, and then I saw two. As my sister reminds me, he’s with us. I know he is. I know his spirit will be with me during the race cheering me on, and who knows, maybe a butterfly will show up.
Thank you for reading my daily post on my Chicago Marathon training.