So this week we had to put my dad in a home, total low point. It not only reminded me why I am doing this but also in return helped me get thru the entire process. Because over the last week the running was the best thing for me. Now I get why he ran all those years, it was therapy before there was therapy. Or again, maybe with 6 kids at home he was just running from us, either way it helped him get thru anything he was facing and it did the same for me this week. In fact my fastest tempo run so far in training came hours before we brought him to the home, I basically took out my anger on the road and it felt awesome.
In moving some of his stuff into the home we discovered some pretty sweet artifacts. I thought this one was really cool. It's an article from our local paper in CT about two people in town planning to run New York. This was the mid 80s(just before his 7th New York) and the marathon thing was only for the crazies. Fast Eddy, as they used to call him, was one of those crazies. 3:25, not a bad time for a guy in his fifties who only started running in his late 30s, which happens to be the same age I started running, odd how things work out.
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