Letter to mom
Hi, mom.
I know that sometimes I go too far, or I'm far from home, and I try to run too far. It's true that I wear more clothes than usual, that I wake you up before the sun comes up, that what I do seems difficult to understand and that your nerves are tested at every crazy thing I do.
But who was my first coach? Those first steps, perhaps from the living room to the dining room, were the first race you saw me finish.
You have also been the nutritionist who gave energy to my mornings, the counselor who helps me deal with suffering and the accomplice who makes it easier to continue on the path. Sometimes, by looking at the clock too much, I forget that you are the one who makes it possible for there to be enough time for everything.
Thank you for the life that allows me to live this passion, for the blessing when I cross the door, for the times when you healed my wounds. When I lack the strength to reach the goal, I promise to put my legs to it, you have already put your heart to it. There will be no medal brighter than a hug from you when you arrive.
I know that sometimes I go too far. But I always try to go faster to get back to you, Mom.
Good day.