A month or so ago, I posted a story about how my mom came to understand my reasoning for doing Ironman. She said, “Well, I guess it’s probably like the people who don’t understand why I like pulling weeds in the garden.” True, mom. It’s hard to understand until you are in the shoes.
It occurred to me that “pulling weeds” was a great analogy for what I’m doing. Training for hours on end, ripping the sludge from my aging heart and joints.
So, her and my brother, Chris, popped into Nashville last night on their way to see my sister, Amy, who is vacationing with her family on Kiawah Island. Mom wasted no time proving herself by getting up at the crack of dawn and whipping my backyard into shape.
Here’s a picture of my flower bed PM (pre-mom):
And here’s the same bed of flowers post mom:
As you can see, my mother does not mess around when it comes to pulling weeds.