One Tough Mother

My mom is one tough mother.  We went to CA this weekend to visit some family and to run a race from the Trinidad area to Clam Beach.  It was pretty sweet.  The weather was beautiful, the race course was beautiful, and the water crossing (that's right we had to run through a river) was rather refreshing. :)  The course was rolling hills for about 6 miles and then beach for just under 2 miles.  Mom ran and finished second in her age group of 20+ runners.  She ran right at 8min pace.  Both of which are pretty impressive stats by themselves, but then consider that she was in Mexico for a week, had Montezuma's revenge for a week, and then a cold that has morphed into something closer to bronchitis for the last two weeks.  Who does that?  She's a nut.  That reminds me of a song...

I'm an acorn, small and round

Lying on the cold, cold ground

Everyone walks over me

That is why I'm cracked you see

I'm a nut!

I'm a nut!

I'm a nut!

Took myself to the movie show 

Stayed too late and said: Let's go

Took my hand and led me out 

Drove me home and gave a shout!

I'm a nut!

I'm a nut!

I'm a nut!

Called myself on the telephone

Just to hear my golden tone

Asked me out for a little date 

Picked me up about half past eight

I'm a nut!

I'm a nut!

I'm a nut!