Every training session is different. As I get to know myself better, I'm learning what I do well, and what needs work. Some things come easy, others are just hard work. I was thinking about Daddy as I ran yesterday, and I stuck out that stubborn Touchstone jaw, just out of habit. A few yards further, and I felt him running with me.
Daddy and I participated in two Walk for Mankind events when I was in school (20 miles), and we always took the stairs when we were on vacation: from the Washington Monument, to the Statue of Liberty, to the cathedral tower in Ulm, Germany. As my running began to slow yesterday on a slight incline, I almost felt him get behind me and push.
This marathon is a fundraiser for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Their work in patient support and research was a vital part of Daddy's 7-year fight with non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. He, in turn, connected with others through LLS patient support groups, and encouraged them to keep fighting. He was, and is, my hero.
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