My first race

I ran a half marathon today.

My dad was a runner (6-7 min marathons)..He would try to bribe me into running with him, but I'd quit early on. And complain and whine the entire time. It couldn't have been fun for him. But he just wanted the time with me. I'd kill to have just a moment with him now.

He died 2 years ago, this month. So this run (my first ever race) was especially sentimental. God, he would have gotten a kick out of this. I teared up a couple if times, just wishing he were there with me. I heard him, telling me what a bad ass I was, how impressed he was. I listened to our song, running over the finish line.

14 months ago, I was 50lbs heavier. I couldn't run a mile. I started with tenths of a mile. Focusing on strength training and HIIT workouts built my strength and never got boring. I did this, and it was a lot of hard work. I'm proud of myself...I hope my dad saw me today. I hope he is proud too.

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