I just want to write a quick non-running-or-food post to announce that I’ve achieved one of my life goals this weekend: I wrote something that’s in the New York Times. It’s about my mom. Or her clothes. Really, it’s about me.
Here is the screenshot of the headline including the lovely illustration by Katherine Lam.
There are some really nice comments on there. I’ve been running around all weekend so I haven’t even read all of them yet. I’m still going through my mom’s clothes and, to a larger extent, photographs. My mom took tens of thousands of pictures throughout her lifetime, and I’ve been separating them into bins for different family members because I don’t want to move into an apartment with an extra bedroom just for the photographs. Unfortunately, she was a talented photographer so all of them are too good for the garbage.
I’m sad that it took what it did to see my name in print, but happy that my words have resonated with so many. I think my mom would have been proud. She probably would have gone out and bought 20 copies. I haven’t even bought a paper copy yet but I will in a bit. I’m only buying one because the last thing I want right now is more stuff.
Thank you to everyone who has left comments, contacted me, or shared my piece. Feel free to leave a comment about it here as opposed to on my recipe for Buffalo Chickpea Chili – although it’s truly fine either way.
I don’t have much to report in running news, as I haven’t done it in two days. My inner right knee is still acting up. It’s annoying. I hate it. I want it to not do that. Maybe my 14 miler last weekend was too much given the amount I’d been running in the weeks prior. I might have to take the week off. I’ll just keep making up for it by strength training instead. At this rate I’ll be cut as hell by the end of the month.