The following entries (from beginning runner to half marathon finisher) represents a continuing journey of tremendous grief and sorrow, and of transformation - largely through the therapeutic power of running. The sorrow that has broken my heart open wide has in time allowed me to experience the beauty of being in the present moment. And of course, without the support of family and friends to guide me, I would not have made it this far.

If you have lost someone in your life, I offer these words and verse (some Kristy's, some mine and others) with the hope it may touch your heart and help you heal.
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Monday, December 15, 2008

COOKIES



At this time last year Kristy and I were busy making Christmas cookies. It had become an adult tradition just like it was a family tradition when Kristy was a girl. The favorite was of course the ginger bread man. Over the years we added the ginger bread woman. Then it became fun to make cookies that in some way resembled the person receiving the cookie. Kristy had such a blast doing this. She especially liked making cookies of her sister Laurissa - with her long braids and flamboyant clothes. If the cookie didn't turn out the way she wanted she would just eat it. There were a few casulties!

When we were done and the icing was dry we made little boxes and bags and passed them out to the neighbors. Kristy always had a long list of friends she made cookies for. This year I decided I wouldn't make cookies...maybe next year.

Today's workout: 9 miles on treadmill

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