I identify as a runner. Not a great runner, mind you. Just a runner. For most of my life running has been an important part of most days. Not always the best part, just a part. Recently Gabe has been bitten by the running bug. Like all things Gabe does, he needs a competition. He wants a start, a finish, and preferably some awards at the end. I have spent years trying to get Gabe to run with me and now all of my dreams have come true. My brother, Joel, recently pointed out that I am so lucky as to have an adult child who CHOOSES to spend time with me running, I should probably get my act together and really lean into it. It was guilt that pushed me to enter the Colfax marathon with Gabe. It was not altruistic motherhood, or a genuine joy in competition. Instead, guilt made me do it. Guilt and perimenopause. Perimenopause is kicking my ass. I am not really ready to talk about it, except that it is pretty much all I can talk about, so here we are. For the last three months I h...