âEvery run is a work of art, a drawing on each day’s canvas. Some runs are shouts and some runs are whispers. Some runs are eulogies and others celebrations.ââDagny Scott Barrios

A Morning of Reflection and Gratitude đ
A light mist fell as an overcast gray morning began to chase away the night. I stood quietly in a throng of animated runners, taking deep breaths as reflection and gratitude washed over me. Months of preparation had led to this moment, and I felt thankful not only for my health but for the loving support that carried me hereâto this celebration of movement, resilience, and connection.
Running as an Act of Hope â¨
It had been ten years since I last pinned on a bib for this distance, and my body hummed with anticipation, hope, and beliefâthe belief that movement is for everyone at every age, and that it is, in itself, an act of hope. I was about to embark on an emotional 26.2-mile trail of faith that became more about the people who supported me than the miles themselves.
Discovering Joy in Gentle Movement đ
I came to running later in life, and it wasnât easy at first. Only when I learned to approach running gentlyâto let go of preconceived (and societal) notions of what running âshouldâ beâdid I discover paths full of freedom, clarity, and renewal. Movement, whether running, walking, dancing, or stretching, benefits body, mind, and spirit. It brings a sense of structure to an often chaotic world and offers a feeling of accomplishmentâif nothing else goes right in a day, at least I moved my body. Movement brings us alive to ourselves, our spirit, and, in turn, to the world around us.
The joy, Iâve learned, is in the doingânot in attaching to a pace, distance, or goal. Those things can be part of the experience, but they arenât required.

Redefining What It Means to Age đ§
As I neared my 60th birthday, I began to notice messaging that framed this decade as one of limitation. I decided instead to flip the narrative and celebrate the 60s as a decade of possibilities. Why not run into this new decade the way I ran into my 50sâwith eyes and arms wide to adventure?
Training with Gentleness and Grace đ
Since I was already running regularly, I committed to training for a marathon, but this time with gentleness. Instead of a traditional four-month build-up, I created a ten-month plan that encouraged patience, routine, and presence. Twice-weekly strength training and yoga joined the schedule, as did listening to my body and using the run-walk-run method as needed. I also focused on proper hydration and fueling before, during, and after runs. Most of all, my husband and daughter supported me from the very beginningâtheir quiet, everyday encouragement becoming a steady foundation of strength.

Adapting Through Lifeâs Curveballs đ°
Training for a marathon brings rhythm and structure to daily lifeâthe early morning runs, the long weekend miles that lengthen gradually, and the sweet evening stretches after dinner. But life, of course, has its curveballs: weather shifts, fatigue, scheduling conflicts, unexpected events, and bouts of self-doubt. With age, though, Iâve learned to adapt rather than resist these realities, co-creating a practical, flexible approach to progress.
As my weekend long runs grew longer, my husband and daughter often appearedâdriving by, stopping to cheer, or jogging beside me for a short distance. These small bursts of love in action fueled my heart and kept me going. Training, I realized, was less about mileage and more about cultivating fortitude, flexibility, and gratitudeâalong with a dash of fiercenessâall essential life skills carried from the road.

Race Day: A Celebration of Love đ
As the marathon began, the city of Huntington vibrant in energy, rebelling against the lackluster sky. Rhythmic footfalls and nervous chatter surrounded me as runners jostled for position. Warmly dressed spectators cheered, waving handmade signs against a backdrop of burnished orange, crimson, and yellow autumn trees. Little did I know that my daughter had turned this event into an outpouring of love.
Surprises Along the Course đŤ˘
At the start, my husband, daughter, and her boyfriendâwho had flown in from Texas to surprise meâstood cheering. But that was only the beginning. Every few miles along the route, my daughter had arranged for friends, family, and coworkers to appear, waving signs and calling my name. I didnât realize the scope of her plan until near the end, but each familiar face filled me with renewed energy, gratitude, and joy.


Crossing the Finish Line đ
As I turned toward the final quarter mile, a group of race volunteers began singing âHappy Birthdayâ while my daughterâs boyfriend joined for a short burst of encouragement. My husband stood outside the stadium offering final words of encouragement, and my daughter met me at the bottom of the stadium ramp to run beside me as I approached the finish line. I wasnât just completing a marathon; I was receiving the best birthday giftâa living reminder of love: a convergence of community, family, and friendship. It was a story of hope, purpose, generosity, and perseveranceâthe joy and power of a shared journey.

The Marathon as a Metaphor for Life đŞ
This journey mirrors life: we move forward by faith and grace, one step at a time, through both joy and challenge, supported by others who believe in us. Thatâs the power of movementâit connects us to our bodies, to others, and to something larger than ourselves. Choosing to move, to train, to keep going even when the path feels long, is an affirmation that with faith, growth and renewal are always possibleâat any age.
Movement as a Lifelong Invitation đ
Movement can take many forms: walking, stretching, dancing, or choosing to train for something big. The point is to move with intention and persistence, to embrace your own journey, and not attach to societal and social media messaging. Just moveâand let movement open the door to new possibilities, both inner and outer.

The Joy Continues âşď¸
The rhythm of footsteps, the smiles for miles, and the faces of loved ones along the route are forever imprinted in my heartâall reminders that every step matters. The marathon finish line was crossed, but the renewed sense of possibility and joy continues. Whatever your pace or path, keep moving forwardâheart, mind, and spirit. You never know what acts of hope and love may be waiting for you along lifeâs path.

A Grateful Heart đ
P.S. Thank you to the countless and nameless MUM volunteers who invested hours of time to ensure the safety and success of runners, walkers, and those beloved spectators. And, an extra special heartfelt thank you to my friends and family who celebrated this milestone with me. And to Maddie and John, I love you to the moon and back.































































