several months back the boy, liam, declared that he would run the city 2 surf this year. he is determined to make and take all the opportunities he can in life and this was one he was eager to grab hold of.
"mum, should i run for a charity?" he said
"well, why not?" is my answer on that one, he's running anyway, he might as well try to drum up a little support for something.
he thought he would like to do something to help the bears in asia, the ones caged up so their bile can be milked. and so he signed up both for the race and to support the charity WSPA
he trained until he hurt his arm. then he rested.
he trained until he hurt his hip. and rested.
he trained until he re-injured the arm......
and so it went. his preparation has been doomed but he has maintained his focus and he will run anyway. he wont run to his potential but he will have a good time and what an experience, to run with 80 000 others!
today he was up at five, he showered and dressed as i made him porridge and a cup of tea. we enjoyed a few quiet moments together in a sleeping, pre-dawn house. he was cutting it fine so i drove him to the station. he missed the train but the next wasn't too far away.
so now i wait to hear tales of his big day. i wait and watch the lightening sky. it reminds me of the day he was born when i laboured long through the night. the rising sun gave me new strength for the birth. i reflect as i wait to see him home again, it seems the morning has always been his special time.
indulge a ridiculously proud mum and throw a dollar or two the way of the bears?