Is it me, or am I smiling in this picture? In it, I’ve just crossed the South 1st Street bridge onto Cesar Chavez Boulevard nearly 8 miles into the Austin Half Marathon. When I think back to the run, I can remember this and I was smiling. I felt good throughout this run last Sunday and no doubt ran past the countless spectators with a goofy smile for much of the 13 miles. I find it remarkable for the contrast with the suffering I endured in the 2011 Austin Marathon.
I wouldn’t have noticed my expression in the picture or remembered the run in quite the same way yesterday. Calling EMS for my mom and spending 7 hours in ER helplessly watching her fragility left me in a fathomless depth of despair. If I tightened my lips it was not to smile but to hold back tears. I was as close to darkness as my mom. And so her heart’s dramatic return to a normal rate today and seemingly complete recovery has me feeling beyond relief. After the entire day, I have a goofy smile on my face. I saw this picture on my hard drive looking for something to blog and immediately understood it was a reflection of my current grin. What a roller coaster. I changed my flight home tomorrow to spend another week here. I’m going to enjoy and make the most of this coming week.