I ran today for a loved one. Actually, for the loved one of a loved one, which I guess is loved-one-once-removed, but these particular loved ones aren’t going anywhere. They will not be removed.
The run today was a benefit for the Albany Rowing Center, ARC. This club promotes and supports rowing and I have some familiarity with it as a once-upon-a-time recreational rower and a spectator to those who were bitten by the rowing bug. A million years ago, I was a rowing widow and I got to know some of those hardy rowing types. (If I ever witnessed my-then husband checking out girls it was in admiration of their potential to row. True story.) One of the men I met through ARC died yesterday from cancer. And today I ran.
Although I only knew Rex Babin casually on a personal level, his professional work said a lot about who he was. Smart, daring, and strong. He came, on my request, to a school I worked in many years ago, to speak to the students about his work. It was a pretty far drive, about 40 miles round trip, which is a lot to ask, but he was agreeable and did a wonderful job sharing his perspective and talent with a bunch of teenagers in Greene County. I think I sent him a thank you letter.
And back to the run this morning. I ran a path that would have been familiar to Rex Babin from his ARC days, surrounded by determined people stretching their muscles. There was a pink ribbon pinned to my UnderArmor for protection and inspiration. My head was filled with thoughts of cancer and soft tissue and bones and being a warrior. I improved my personal record today on this ice breaker, heartbreaker course.
And then I came home and ate these waffles, with my boys. FU, cancer.