Two Girls Talking and God Listening in---Springtime

First Coffee Mug Nina Bovio bought for me as a present.

I replied "It'll be okay, just keep going. You are nearly half-way there. I know you, I've seen you on TV, I know you are a good caliber runner. The pendullum will swing your way someday. So, today just do your best and aim to finish, just for your head, if nothing else, there'll be no shame in it."

Kathy concurred with a sullen look, trying to accept just mere participation in an event that both of us wanted to race in, be in the money and perhaps even win.

I continued, "I'm hurting too, doctors don't know what's wrong with me. A little over a year ago I was attacked while I was out running. I should have been dead, so I'm thankful. But on the same note, I'll be damned if someone is going to take away my right to run free. I went out and ran on the same course the next day, and everyone thought I was crazy. Like I should be scared."

Kathy, looked up from her bowed head of shame, and responded, "You are right, I will try not to give in Jody. I have not been through anything like that."

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