On Mother's Day, I would just like to remind my Mom that it is all her fault.
She signed me up for soccer when I wanted to take ice skating lessons instead. She taught me how to ride a two-wheeler. She came to my first ever longer race and still comes out to cheer me on a lot. She buys me running socks and pretends to understand why I think adventure racing is fun.
She's (along with my Dad) getting up at 4:30 in the morning in a few weeks to come to my first 50k (I think she might be learning how early of a day it will be as she reads this). My mom hates mornings at least as much as I do.
Without my Mom I'd probably be a slimy blob sitting on the couch eating Cheetos. So thanks, Mom! Happy Mother's Day!