I’m pushing it

Know when to walk away, know when to run

As we crossed the finish line, Will was flopped almost sideways in the stroller. His hoodie had slipped over one eye and he’s was fast asleep as we rolled through the final chute, under the race clock that read four hours, fourteen minutes and change, and into the group of race volunteers handing out medals. He was oblivious that he had sat through an entire marathon in…