It takes a village …



I just wanted to add a side note to my post earlier today.

I went up to Fort Collins, about an hour north of Denver, this past weekend while my husband was out of town. My sister and her family live there and our mother spends part of the year by my sister’s place and the other part in northwest Indiana, where we grew up.

Being with my mom and sister allowed me to run this weekend, which I would not have been able to do otherwise because my children are young and there would be no one to watch them. We all got to spend time together as a family and the children had fun with their aunt, uncle, Baba (grandma) and cousins.

My sister and I shared a lovely run yesterday on a dirt trail we often go to when I visit. It was a chilly morning but warmed up by the fact that we were there together. 
 
Communities are so important, not just for our children, but for each other.

As Thanksgiving nears I am grateful for my “village” — my family, friends and people in my life. This weekend was a wonderful reminder of that.  I am looking forward to the holiday soon.

Next weekend I get to run with the Columbines’ Distance Divas again — woo-hoo!

Tomorrow I will profile another Boston qualifier who’s done much to create her own “village” where she lives and help others. I hope her story inspires you as much as it did for me when she shared it with me.

Aging is inevitable, but growing old is a choice. Lace up for shoes, and let’s go.

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