I remember watching my dad run when I was a kid. I remember looking out the window thinking how awesome it was. I remember asking him about running and telling him that I wanted to run with him one day. I never got a chance to. I really had kind of forgotten those memories until recently. I started running when I was 28. That was nineteen years after he passed away. I always knew I wanted to run but never really tried. I have a picture of him running. His running form looks like mine. So I guess that means that my perfect running form was inherited. He carried a small bullwhip he got from Mexico as protection from the dogs on his route. I have that whip but I haven't felt the need to carry it yet. Everytime I see it I remember him telling me about the dogs that would chase him. I often wonder how fast he was. How much did he enjoy running? How long did he run? I wonder what it would have been like to run with him. Sometimes on my long runs I will feel a breeze at my back. I like to imagine he is running with me. I know it is a windy day but it comforts me. It helps me finish that run strong and confident. The most rewarding feeling I get from running is that my kids look at me the same way I looked at my dad when I saw him run. At the last half marathon I ran they were there jumping up and down cheering for me at the finish line. Before I turned the corner towards the finish line and saw them I felt terrible. I had a bad week prior to the race because of a strange knee soreness. My time in the race was not what I wanted. I just felt terrible. But as soon as I saw my family cheering for me at the finish line I felt no pain. I had such a huge rush of adrenaline. Nate and Sophie gave me high fives right as I approached my finish. As upset at myself as I was, I could tell that they were proud of me. Nate has already run his first race. He ran a one mile kids fun run last summer. I was able to run it with him after he got to watch me finish my 5k. He wants to be a runner just like me. He asks me about running and tells me that he wants to run a big race. He thinks he is faster than me. He has my inner competitiveness. He has even inherited that same running form that I inherited. Hopefully when he gets a little older we can take long runs together and feel that same breeze that I sometimes feel.
Well, here it is. The moment that only a couple people have been waiting for. My first blog post. A few months back I noticed a friend of mine on facebook had a post that was a link to a blog. The title seemed interesting so I figured I would check it out. I was blown away by how honest and brave it was of her to write about something that was a very personal subject. I really didn't know that much about her but I knew what she was refering to and I thought it was amazing that she could be so bold. After I read some of her blogs I started reading others. I found some from runners and other athletes and musicians. I became inspired by alot of the things I was reading. Something that I never shared with anyone, until I told my wife Staci, was that I always wanted to be able to write out my feelings. When I told her I am not sure she thought I was serious. I rarely even say what is on my mind, how could I ever put it into words on a computer. Well, here goes nothing. I originally plan
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