I was never really a daddy's girl, but more of daddy's little tomboy. As I grew up, I tried to emulate my dad as much as possible. And then, of course, I became a teenager and rebelled against everyone, including him.
While I ran eighteen miles* yesterday, I kept thinking of my dad. He is a true inspiration to me, particularly while marathon training. He became a marathoner later in life, as a health conscious revolution took place inside of my household. I remember eating more green salads, watching my dad drink carrot juice, and seeing him lose weight. I even remember attending my dad's first marathon. It was in Monterey. And I remember him being really tired afterwards.
My dad has done a total of five marathons. FIVE.
Even though he has stopped running marathons due to weaker knees, my dad still runs every week, at least ten miles. He is a trooper and does it without much complaining.
So as I ran through the streets of Manhattan, I thought of Daddy and all that he has accomplished. I hope to cross the finish line and give him a big hug!
*Yes, I did eighteen miles on my birthday. Yes, it was amazingly hard. Yes, I am STILL tired and recovering. My route was a bit crazy, but the weather made the running that much more worse.
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You finished 18 miles, whoo hoo. Weather sucked on Saturday, too hot and humid. We only did 13.5 miles (cutback week). Don't forget to Ice and stretch.
Thank you for sharing the story of your Dad's marathon, FIVE marathon, WOW, that's amazing. That's truly an inspiration.
thank you, anon. the weather totally sucked. definitely icing and stretching.
i know, my dad is an inspiration!
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