I ran a half marathon last weekend. While dragging my children thru the vendor expo for my race number, I passed a local running club's table. They were undeterred by my public scowl and, since I love a brave soul, I slowed. They pounced. They were warm and funny and we joked about my bad ankle and their off road routes.
If I was looking for something to do in November, they said, they were hosting a half marathon to benefit the Special Olympics.
So you saw me as a soft target, eh?
They tried to look innocent. I nodded at my girl and raised my eyebrows.
They grinned. I signed up.
I later bought flowers for my mother in law for watching my children during the race. I picked up some tulips for myself. Because schmaltz & cliches aside, I fucking love the Dutch.