Let’s start this marathon journey by admitting a secret from my ancient past:
A long, long time ago, mostly when James was a big fat baby, I had a blog. And lots of people read it.
We lived in Dallas when the blog was born, so naturally, it had to be called, “The Lawsons do Dallas.” Of course I knew this was a an edgy-sexy name, paying homage to Debbie. I never saw the movie, and I don’t know for sure what Debbie did in Dallas, but now that I’m older and wiser, I can imagine.
Good for you, Debbie. You do you.
I just googled the old blog, and sure enough, she’s still there. Creepily enough, the last post talks about my Boston Marathon finish line bombing experience…which is remarkably similar to how this new blog begins.
Now before we jump into the various tragedies of this fallen world (which is ultimately where we’re headed), let’s talk new blogs. You need to know that I’m an over-sharer from a long time back, and I’m surprisingly excited to have a reason to tell you all way too much about me. Again.
For example, I am typing this sentence while I sit on the toilet. I’m a phone pooper, just like you. The key difference being, I’m writing about it hoping people read about it, and you are not.
If you happen to be my child, or my clergyman, or my friend Hazel, chances are you’re thinking “Amy, no. Rethink this. You don’t need to overshare. We will support you even if you undershare.”
I cannot honor this. I’ve made up my mind, and the details will be yours.
But now, for like three minutes, I am going to do my least favorite thing, and be vulnerable. My therapist once told me that there’s a difference between oversharing and vulnerability. Um, okay therapist. I told her that I am very busy, and will have to choose one. Hint: it has never been vulnerability.
The truth is, I only share what I want to share. Don’t we all? In many ways, I’m a vault.
I’ve always known this about myself, but the vault was dropped straight on my head yesterday when my 14 year old daughter said, “You were at the Boston Marathon bombing? I had no idea! James was there? Does he remember it? Do you remember it?”
Baby girl, I remember it. I remember it often. And I remember it even more since a gunman killed 18 Mainers and injured 13 last Wednesday night. I hate the way the bombing made me feel, and I hate the way this shooting has made me feel.
So here I am, and here we are, with feelings that are too much to bear. I’ve never been a person who can fake how I feel, and I’m a total loser at denial, so the best option that remains, is to put something else in this feeling’s place.
Enter the Boston Marathon, and the goal of raising $8,000 for Mass General Hospital Emergency Response & Research. You can (and should!) read more about what brought me to the team (and also make a donation) here:
Okay. Why is that link so long? And why has blogging become so futuristic?
Here’s where the blog comes in. I’d like to find a way to keep you all updated on fundraising, my training, the fact that I forgot what it takes to train for a marathon, the incredible KVC community, info about emergency response and research at Mass Gen, Lewiston updates, and my digestion. Also sometimes my marriage.
So, if you’d like to follow along, please do. I would like to tell you how, but I truly don’t know how one follows a blog in 2023. If you would not like to follow along, that makes a lot of sense to me. You can just leave a donation and swear to never visit this link again—just like with the Netflix link to Episode 1, Season 6 of Bridgerton.
Finally, I’ll leave you with the link to the ancient blog, that ended with the Boston bombing. I can’t lie, I just read the second post and it made me laugh:
http://granolasdodallas.blogspot.com/?m=1
God bless you all (that’s not a joke, I really want that to happen), I’m so happy to be able to share this adventure—older & slower—with my friends who could use a boost.
Every step, and every dollar is all for Lewiston, Maine ❤️ Thank you Mass General, for taking care of our Mainers in need ❤️
Important Information: The unicorn is the Boston Marathon mascot, and this unicorn is a doctor 👇
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