My Magnum Year?

I turned 44 yesterday, and for those that remember the days of Dirty Harry,I am going to make this my "magnum" year. I have many races already scheduled including the possibility of a 24-hour and if all goes well, my first Triathlon.
As I begin the new year, I am actually struggling with a decision. 44 years ago I was born, and over the last few months I have been able to secure a lot of information about my natural birth mother. Modern technology has given way for me to gain access to files and documents I wasnt allowed to view a few years ago. Turns out, in the city of El Paso, TX back in 1967 a hospital existed that really wasnt a hospital but was a place where unwed mothers could go and have their babies in a relatively safe environment. Thanks to that hospital, I am here today. Through the State of Texas, I managed to secure my original birth certificate and though there is no father listed, I now have everything regarding my mother, including her address and phone number.
But herein lies the decision. Years ago I reached out to my her and she would have nothing to do with me. In my eyes at the time, I was rejected by her a second time. Now, having done all this work to find out all I know, what am I supposed to do? Should I risk it and face the possibility of a third time? And in the end, I will still be left with the lingering question who is my father.
How does this apply to endurance? Here's a question I have been asked many times. "What do you think about while you're out running?" Here's the deal: When I run a half marathon, I run for two hours. A full marathon is just over four. So, when I am in the middle of a long run whether it be a training run or a race, what do I think about for while running all that time? Now you know. I think a lot about things and events that have happened in my life and thoughts of those events become the predominant motivating factor behind what I do.  My running is as if I am running through my life all over again. Trust me, the majority of my thoughts are good and joyful and I do concentrate on my run, and I have set goals that I simply want to accomlish in life. But what is it that keeps me going? The thought life is very powerful, and I am always faced with thoughts such as I have described. These thoughts remind me of the events in my life in detail that have been nothing less than a tempest for me.
Endurance is simply pushing past the pain, the heartache, the misery and moving on to victory. I may not be first across the line and I havent won a race yet. But everytime I finish a race I win more than a T-shirt and piece of bronze or tin. I win a pittle piece of my life back that many have taken away from me, so that I can turn around and freely give to those that need it more than I.
Mom, thanks for giving me life. I will be talking with you soon.