11.10.2013

Running

I started running a few weeks ago, right around the time we hooked up with Noah.  One mile one day, two miles the next.  Nothing noteworthy.  I don’t particularly enjoy it.  In fact, I could make a quick list of at least ten things I don’t really like about running.  It’d be a lot easier to eat a cupcake, order a pizza, drink a beer.  But I don’t want to take my healthy body for granted.  I wish, so much, she’d had more time in hers.
When I run I’m reminded not to think so much about the size of my thighs or the centimeters around my middle, but about the fact that I can.  Running makes me feel strong.
I’m well aware, though, of strength not just measured in muscles.
He did it.  Pleasure Bay, Boston

We're all riding the same spinning planet, running from one thing to the next, we run and run and things run together.  Noah's run stands out.  He ran for children who can't stand up, for children he never met.  What Noah has done for the Batten community is extraordinary.  He carried her curls across the country and cultivated awareness from coast to coast.
 Instagram images of Noah on Broad Street, downtown Columbus in October, with Grandma Jan

One of our favorite news segments covering Noah's cross country crusade
Noah made a Facebook video on Saturday, acknowledging every footfall for our firstborn
Noah's website Run Coast 2 Coast ought to soon be updated with documentary of the finale
Sea to Shining Sea, our post about Noah's 2011 Run

3 comments:

Kate said...

Is that Cel or Tols? I love/hate not knowing :)

Aunt Linda said...

Feet in the Atlantic again...for Celia and so many others, Batten children and those who love them! Noah's a hero.

Andy and Jenni said...

It's Tolliver, Sis. I can see that, especially since I refer to her in the post, it could be confusing. Love/hate is right.