Running reminds me of mom
As I’d leave for a training run she would open her door on the first floor and say, “Remember to trot!”.
I’m not sure if the term’trot’ felt more secure than her visioning me running. Trotting is safe, running, well… we won’t go there.
Unfortunately, I am not as graceful as a penguin or as fast as Usain Bolt.
In comparison to penguins, their trotting is far more graceful than mine.
In comparison to running, well, I’m definitely not him.
I think I’ll just stick with ME. Running, trotting, with mom’s memories and encouragement tucked inside my heart.