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He agreed to turn three. Briefly. On Monday evening, he was talked into being a big boy by his big brother, who regaled him with the many advantages thereof. In the morning, he held to the new age, telling me, in a whisper, that he was three. But when I asked him for a photo holding up three fingers he balked, frowned, and regressed. Not three, he decided. Still two.

Are the expectations too heavy, the demands of being three? I kind of get it, actually. It is scary to get older, to be asked to do more, to be given new responsibilities, to age.

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As many of you know, I will be running my first half-marathon (that’s 21.5k) on Saturday. If you are interested in sponsoring me, here’s the info. Wish me luck. I’m starting to feel just a little bit nervous. Trying to keep this thought in my mind, as my focus: whatever time I get, as long as I finish the race, it will be my personal best.

A Week in Suppers: 4
Crossing the Finish Line, this morning

1 Comment

  1. Me again. I like commenting – have you noticed?

    Yes, enjoy this personal best & first half-marathon and don’t be nervous. Your 2nd half-marathon may be more difficult for you if you try to beat the time of the first half-marathon. I always put these expectations on myself and then the race is not always as enjoyable as it could be. I like to beat my time each time. Somewhere along the way it is no longer possible and that is hard (for me) to take!

    Good luck again!

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