Friday, April 17, 2009

Baby Steps (or runs)

Not since before Dad died have I donned a bib and ran in a race. I will tomorrow. I am feeling the empty space he left behind. I can imagine I will feel it along the route tomorrow as well.

When I ran before I could always count on seeing him along the route in at least 8-10different places and then of course at the finish line. He was an expert at finding a spot, cheering me on as I ran by, then jumping in his truck to get to the next spot before I got there.

I am excited to do this! Funny how time changes things. I never thought I would do this again...but here I am, drinking my fluids and making sure I eat a good CHO filled dinner. All thanks to friends.

Whoo who!