Last year when I ran my first marathon and my entire family was there to cheer me on. They all stood patiently waiting for me at kilometer 40 just outside the St. Lawrence Market. My goal time last year was 4:30, but I struggled with complications from my double mastectomy and poor race planning. So my actual finishing time was almost a full hour after that.
"Its hard Dad" I said. "It is really hard" I choked out through my tears.
"I know" He said. "But you can do this. You are almost done" And he began to jog.
My Dad with his bum knee and bum hip started to hobble along beside me. We ran together for those 400 meters. We cried together for 400 meters. And he kept telling me that I was "almost there" and that he knew I "could do it".
He will not be here this year to watch me cross the finish line of my second marathon, and I miss him every single day. But I know when I line up in my corral on November 3rd that I will not be lining alone.This time we will run the whole race together.
Love Your Favourite Darwinian Fail,