About half way through my run, I got a cramp in my side, and I started to think about my inspiration...my three-year-old son, Evan. I thought about how much it hurts him when we stretch his right hand and his right leg. I thought about how difficult it is for him to run and keep his balance. I thought about the hours of therapy he does in order to use his right side. And, I kept running, and I will tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that...
OLIVIA'S STREAK
I was a little chilly when I came inside after my run, so she drew a picture of me during my run.
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