All I could think of was the next step
A not-so-brief recap of the World Snowshoe Running Championships
It was nearly midnight when we left the tent, throbbing with music and lights, flags waving and runners cheering as they handed out awards for the World Snowshoe Running Championships. We lifted the flap and filed out, leaving behind the noise and the scent of paella, and made our way back to the hotel.
We walked back under the stars, my family strung along on the narrow sidewalk like beads on the friendship bracelets my daughter has been making: S + L + S + J + M. In the dark spots between the streetlights, I could see the stars shining above the jagged ridges of the Cantabrian Mountains.
With two of my kids ahead of me, my husband and son behind me, I walked alone. As I made my way past the cafe where we’d eaten lunch, past the grocery store where we’d stocked up on bread and cheese and chocolate, a single, clear thought punctuated the haze of a sore body and an exhausted mind, a thought that brought tears and a knotted lump in my chest. “Maybe,” I whispered to myself. “This
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