We recently enjoyed watching our granddaughter (age 16) and grandson (age 14) finish the Richmond Marathon; her second marathon, his first. My husband had expressed concern that our grandson’s preparation had consisted merely of playing junior varsity baseball and freshman football. I didn’t understand why that wasn’t enough. Earlier, both had won their age group in the Outer Banks Triathlon. As it turns out, my husband’s concerns were legitimate.
In the early stages of the race, our grandson, with his effervescent personality, was goofing off and sending upbeat text messages. When we saw them at the 13-mile marker, they...












Of Marathons and Marriage