I was out for a run the other day and came upon four guys, roughly in the mid-thirties, running the hills. They were training for the Tough Mudder, the wildly popular race with a dozen obstacles along a ten-plus mile course that include crawling through long tubes, electrically charged wires and, of course, mounds of mud. What’s your definition of tough? A marathon, ultra? A tri?
How about people who persist through challenges much greater than a Mudder just to make it through the day?
How about a ninety-one year old confined to a wheelchair because her legs no longer work, goes to dialysis three times a week, has diabetes, neuropathy, and a list of other conditions I can’t pronounce. She gets up every day, navigates through her routine with a smile on her face, and has a pleasant word for everyone she comes in contact with. She reads, keeps up on Philly sports, can hold her own in a battle of wits and has a sharper memory than her son (it’s debatable whether that is actually a complement.) Meet my mom.
Not so tough now, are you?