I have never really loved running. I always saw it as a way to either 1. train for another sport which I do love(hockey or lax) or 2. get away from the police during my youth. But today I actually love running. I ran another race with dad, this one was the Hyannis 7.2 miler. I wasn't sure how he was gonna handle this one but he killed it. His time was by no means his best, at this point I keep telling him to forget about his time. But the old man looked strong and everytime he had the opportuniy to pass someone he would blow by them. It's funny, even though he was the oldest guy in the race by 6 years he still took pride in sprinting by people like he wasn't even tired.
He even sprinted thru the finish just to make sure he finished ahead of me(check out the above pick).
Normally when I run I am so focused on my pace that I don't always enjoy myself. Today I watched my dad at the age of 76 still do something he loves. I could tell afterward that he was proud that he can still beat people much younger than him. And for that, I love running.
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