Last time I was home visiting my parents I found a ‘story book’ I wrote back in elementary school. It was called “Gary the Gallant”. I’m guess we were studying alliterations or something like that, but in any case, I chose to write a heroic story and my main character was based on my dad.
I guess he has always been one of my heroes.
And yesterday, he out-did himself again.
My dad and I are pretty competitive. I can only assume that’s why he started distance running after I did last year. Of course, at first, I was better than him and life was great, but that soon came to an end and now he beasts me every single race. I’m not sure I’ll ever be as fast or run as far as he does.
He ran his first half marathon in January 2013 in Miami and just yesterday, he ran his first full. That’s insane to me. Just running a full marathon and not dying is crazy to me, but to have started running and have completed a full within about a year and a half is super crazy.
(He’s the one in Auburn orange and blue, not the old man in the red :))
Of course, it was 80+ degrees in South Florida yesterday so I know he didn’t meet his time goals, but I can’t be any more proud of him for just finishing. I wish I could have been there to cheer him on.
Anyway, sorry to get all mushy on y’all. Enjoy your Monday!