My grandma with my boys when they were 3 and 5. They love their great grandma, 'GG'.
Although we lived in different states, my grandma spent a lot of time at our house when I was growing up. My mom was diagnosed with cancer when I was 5. After being told she had a year to live, she fought for 11 years. My mom died at the age of 41 and even though it was a long battle, it was way too young to die. It seems even younger now that I am about to be 40 and my sister is 41. My mother was my rock. She was beautiful, strong, smart and the most positive person I have ever known.
Me (3), my mom and my sister (5). It was always funny to me that my mom was a brick wall for Halloween. I'm not sure her intentions, but as I look back, it was a symbol of her, solid and strong.
When I was brainstorming about my 40th year, I knew I wanted to do something that would bring me joy and physically challenge me at the same time. Running does that for me. I seem to have a love/hate relationship with it. I may not always want to run but I feel like my best self after I do. This challenge is a gift to myself - a gift of time to me and for me - to find the inner strength and positive energy to be my best self.
The idea behind the 40 races was inspired by several blogs, one of my favorites is Jenni's 52 Canvases in My 40th Year. Jenni Horne is a local artist, teacher, mother and multi-tasker extraordinaire. I bought a couple of her paintings a few years ago and love her work. Last year I had the pleasure of taking a painting class from her which was a lot of fun. As I watched her 40th year progress through her paintings and blog, the seed was planted for my challenge.
Another inspiring blog is 100 Days of Real Food. I love that a family of four pledged to do it together and are still going strong. It is not easy cutting out processed foods, especially with a busy schedule.
When we were vacationing with friends this summer in Kure Beach, a neighbor's son, Ben Shaw, surfed everyday for a year and raised money for Ocean Cure while doing so. You can read about his story here. He met his goal in May and when we were there in June he was still surfing daily. If I lived a block from the beach, I think I would want to surf everyday, too! My son is still trying to figure out a way to get us relocated to the beach.


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