Sometimes the anticipation of something is far worse then the actual event.
This morning I woke up at 5:15 A.M. Realizing that some of my running friends had just crossed the twenty four hour mark in their quest to complete the Catoctin 100. (CAT 100) At 7:45 as I left the house for my Sunday morning trail run, another group of running friends started the Gettysburg Marathon. As for me, my trail run of eight miles was a delight in itself.
I had been dreading the conversation with my Mom and Dad about the cancer, not knowing if I or my parents would hold it together. As we got closer to their house a buzzer went off in the car, five seconds later there we were on the side of the road with an overheated engine.
Sometimes luck wins out; the fact that my kids are such slobs finally paid off. You see, they take bottles of water, drinking only half before just throwing the bottle on the floor. Often when picking up a friend these bottles will make it to the trunk of the car. The kids idea of making the car presentable does not involve emptying the bottles with placement in recycling, nope, cleaning means just heave everything in the trunk.
Fifteen minutes and eight deer park bottles later we added just enough coolant to make it to a grocery store to purchase a gallon jug of water. Whatever is wrong, the leak must be very slow because we had no trouble making it home.
Poor Sue buried her hands in her face as I broke into a chorus of “Pressure, Pressure we just need more Pressure”
The conversation with Mom and Dad, fantastic.
Mike
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