It’s fitting that today’s race was at the race track. My father-in-law owned some racehorses (I don’t know if they still have these, but they do own other show horses) and his wife is a hunter-jumper rider. Season here in Saratoga was one of their things. Opening day was yesterday.
In addition to signing a DNR a few days ago, my father-in-law has asked for no food or oxygen. He had a bad day followed by a worse night. He’s not taking visitors, but my husband is on his way to the hospital. My husband seems resigned. It’s been coming for awhile, although to me it seem sudden.
I beat my goal this morning, ran my 5k in 24:44. My husband was here cheering me on and taking pictures, running the last few meters with me to the finish.
He’s left to clean up and wait for his father to die. I wish I knew how to run to the finish line on that one with him.