The 13th Apostol: The 2009 Memorial Marathon...(I hobble to forget)

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The 2009 Memorial Marathon...(I hobble to forget)

Broadcast Journalism was something I wanted to do from an early age.
Watching handsome anchors on our bubble Zenith, feet propped on the screen...

Christianne Ahmanpoor changed it all for me, watching her rock the Middle East, believing I could rock the midwest.

So I did, the over achiever I am. I climbed that freakin mountain all the way to the top. Graduating head of my class against those "heads" who thought their good looks and anti-inflection would take them anywhere.

For a few it did, but not for me, April 19, 1995 changed it all.

A week in the media pit in a satellite truck editing raw footage of The Murrah Federal Building bombing left me unable to enter a 7-11 for two years. Let alone pursue my chosen career.

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This past weekend Mer and I "Ran" in the OKC Memorial Marathon.
It was more like I hobbled and pulled Mer, Jesus what a pair.
A broken mother and a kid with EDS trying to run a mile without stopping.
I "Fireman" carried Mer after his knees gave out, but by God he ran across the finish line.

Seeing the Dr. Yesterday I was scolded beyond belief. "WHAT were you THINKING?" (Uuuh, I wasn't. Mer wanted to participate so we did.)
"Do you have ANY idea what you may have DONE to your SPINE?"
(Uuuh, no?)

Chiropractor's are so emotional.

I'd hoped going back and facing the destruction with my child would've alleviated some stress. My goal wasn't so much to run as to face the fury. I usually don't go downtown unless I absolutely have to.

With summer approaching, some possibilities on the horizon, all I want to do is produce results, finish the house, get the hell out of here. Results take action and funds, but like running a mile it's still one foot in front of the other.

Mer ~ I'm so proud of you honey. You are my heart child...and, I love you more than anything else in the whole wide world.