Before we get to this week's winners--two ladies will be getting their choice of our beautiful sterling silver mother runner pendants, in plenty of time for Mother's Day--allow me to be a proud momma. My 8-year-old twins, John and Daphne, are on a low-key track team run by a local running specialty store, and every Thursday evening, there's an all-comers' meet at neighborhood high school. The meets are a jumble of events, and a casual party atmosphere prevails. It's a heart-warming assemblage of a cross-section of Portland, with spirited, sporty mood.
This week, Daphne and John both ran the 60-meter dash (in separate heats) and the 400-meter (in the same race). Up first for the 60-meters, Daphne was the first-place finisher in her heat--outrunning both boys and girls. Next up was John, who was the first-place boy, but a pal from Daphne's soccer team, Claudia, sprinted across the line first (in the most beautiful forefoot-prance ever. Chi Running master Danny Dreyer couldn't teach better form!). By the rules of the meet, this meant both Daphne and John got blue ribbons as he was first-place boy.
Half an hour later, the twins congregated for the start of the 400-meters--once around the red rubberized oval. Jack and I were standing beside the homestretch. After the gun went off, we craned our 40-something eyes to spy our little runners. By the first curve, both Daphne and John were close to the front of the pack, and Daphne was making a strong move. By 125 meters, my long-legged younger daughter had taken the lead; by 200 meters, she was well in front, and John was overtaking a girl in a red tee for the second-place spot.
By this point, I was cheering so loudly, I'm sure my speedy offspring could hear me across the football field that separated us inside the track. I continued shouting my head off, "Go Daphne; stay strong!" "Run John; you are doing great!" as the little sprites surged toward the finish line. With 15 meters go to, Daphne started to swivel her head to be sure John wouldn't sneak up and steal the lead from her, but it was hers to the finish. First and second; Daphne and John. Both blue-ribbon winners, and both the reason my heart swelled with pride and immense love.
Those little jackrabbits are two-thirds of the reason I qualify as a mother runner--and the wearer of a sterling silver mother runner pendant. (Both Dim and I sport our top-selling shoe + mother runner version.)
Now for our two winners, and the most odd present they've ever received:
Joyce Stath: "One year for Christmas I asked my now EX-husband for a robe. Because he waited until the last minute, the selection was slim. He bought me a robe with a Dalmatian print!!! Seriously, when I put it on, my young daughters started barking at me. I never really got over that one."
Catey: "A toilet seat. Not even kidding. A slow close toilet seat. Not gonna lie, it threw me off a ton, but it actually turned out to be super awesome because all of my kids were little at the time, so it meant no more toilet seat slamming and no more squished fingers!"
Joyce and Catey: Take a look the five styles of mother runner pendants, and pick the one you like best. Then email us your pick, full name, and mailing address at runmother [at] gmail [dot] com.
All you other ladies: There's plenty of time to drop hints to the Mother's Day present-buyers in your life (partner, kids, in-laws, BRF, sister, you name it!). In addition to our mother runner pendants (and $5 birthstones), we have a load of mother-specific tees and accessories, including our two newest tees: a super-soft lifestyle one that reads, "motherhood: the race with no finish line." And a short-sleeved tech tee that we think is perfect for race day, as it says, "another medaling mother." We also just put several long-sleeve tees on sale, such as the Zen-like, "my pace. my peace." (An amazing deal: $10 for a l/s tech tee!) And the cute lifestyle cotton long-sleeve that reads, "When Mom runs, everybody wins." (Again, a screaming deal at $10.) I'll stop hawking wares from our new online store now--happy weekend to all!