A Day At The Beach
With respects to Lou Gehrig, I’M the luckiest guy in the world.
I spent the weekend in Outer Banks, North Carolina. My sister Sue has this crazy hobby of running marathons. She has an even crazier friend in Peggy that does them too. They are two, 40-something’s (vvvvvvery close to the big 5-0. Don’t roll your eyes Sue, 50 is the new 40!) that have had the tougher job of their respective spouses by raising children. They is their outlet, their therapy. They have run the Country Music Marathon several times. The dynamic duo likes to pick out a marathon, usually east of the Mississippi and make a weekend of it with their fathers. My fiance and I will tag along if our schedules allow. It’s not about about run. It’s the experience of learning about a different part of the country, creating family memories and sharing a bag load of laughs. Peg and Sue had one of their best runs. I wussed out and did the half-marathon. Thanks Dad for your incredible generosity, and thanks Mom for allowing Dad to be away from you.






