When you read this, I will likely be sitting in a car decorated with feathers and rubber chickens. I will be on my way to join a team of runners, El Pollo Loco, for a 200 mile overnight relay race to Washington DC. Supposedly, I am doing this for fun. In reality, I am doing this because I couldn’t get out of it after I made the commitment.
I will run three legs, and the first might kill me if the elevation map is to be believed. If it doesn’t, I will then run two more, finishing my last leg around 5-ish Saturday morning. Loco indeed.
I have a habit of quitting. The sewing hobby. The cooking class. The Bible study. The friendship that feels a little too hard. I find as my kids grow older and begin to have an opinion about my choices, it forces me to make better ones. I haven’t decided yet if this is one of the better choices.
Being a grown-up is hard, don’t you think? But if I, a stay at home mom from the suburbs, can manage it, if I can pay my taxes and show up on election day and make a commitment and stick to it, one would think the elected officials in Washington DC might be able to manage it too.
One would think.