Thursday LB and I headed to Oklahoma. As most of you know, if you have been following my blog for the past year, my dad was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer in May of 2010, just one month after this photo was taken:
This is one of my best, favorite memories of all times. And now I cherish this photo...He cheered me across the finish line of my first marathon. I'm not sure who is the proudest person in that picture, all three of us are just beaming. Growing up my dad never missed a basketball game or cross country meet. It was only fitting that he was there for my first marathon.
I don't have any words right now to express my thoughts and feelings. I don't know how much to share or what write about. I wish I could write about running on the red dirt roads, or races, age group wins, swimming or biking. I wish I could write about training and paces but it all seems so insignificant right now. Cancer sucks. It is just one of those things that no matter how healthy you are, active or physically fit you are (case in point: Lance Armstrong) you, we, I, are not safe and immune to cancer. Life is short and precious....
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Hug your parents, spouse, friends, kids, grandparents, loved ones....you never know when something will become your most cherished memory.