I’m running a 5K today. The first 5K I ever ran was a race I ran with my Dad. Or, he ran the race too, I’m too slow for us to have actually run together. But as soon as I crossed the finish-line he was there waiting for me (taking my picture) and started backtracking the course with me to meet LilZ who was further back. I think he’d be happy with me for running today, but I’m trying to fight of sadness knowing he won’t be waiting for me at the finish-line.
Luckily – my whole family with be there. My brother is even in town for the 10K and he’s running it with MrZ. It’s going to be a good day, even if it makes me miss my Dad. That’s not entirely a bad thing, I’m learning.
Wish me luck! If you don’t hear back from me in 24 hours, send beer and donuts.