I've been in a reflective mood since Father's Day. From now on the holiday is going to remind me of running.
2 years ago I ran my first race: a 5K with my family. If you're interested, here's the blog:
Cliff notes: Thanks to Spark blog inspirations I got the courage to sign up for a 5K and asked my whole family, including my lifetime runner dad, to do it with me. We all had a blast and a racing addict was born :)
I highly recommend rereading your own blogs. Feels good to bring back those feelings and to appreciate how far you've come.
Just 2 years ago I describe everyone else in my family as athletic and I'm the odd one out. 2 little years. How much I've changed. Now running is so much a part of who I am that I can't imagine life without it. I recently filled out a survey and answered 3 years when asked how long I've been running. I guess it doesn't seem possible that this much as happened in such a short time.
Next I found my blog from marathon numero uno:
This was the Saturday of Father's Day weekend last year. It was my dad's idea. I gave him a kiss in the starting corral and thanked him for getting me into this whole racing thing. I started the race with my husband. I can feel myself staring at Lake Superior the next morning and thinking about 26.2 miles.
I met my dad's group on Saturday morning. Because of my kids and timing and DH's work schedule, it's not a run I make it to very often. I wish I could. My mom told me how happy he was that I was there. It meant just as much to me.
Sunday morning DH did the first part of his long run solo. I met him with the kids in the stroller to run the last 3 miles together. The kids have gotten big! And that stroller is heavy!
He told me how he had run around the lake by our house. The same location of that first 5K. He said he couldn't even hear the podcast he was listening to because he was flooded with memories as he watched families get ready for this year's Father's Day 5K.
He told me how I've done just as much for him as a runner as he has done for me. He was a runner, but not a racer and had never been consistent with his running. It makes me feel good to know that it's a mutually beneficial running relationship. And he is totally amazing and ran a 1:35 HM two weeks ago.
My dad and my husband: obviously the 2 most important fathers in my life. On their holiday, they both made me feel great. I'm a pretty lucky girl.
I'm glad there is this holiday full of love for them that will also make me remember, reflect on our running together.