In Thanksgiving 2011, I woke up at my dad’s house, went to a race in his town, and ran a 10K. I ran a personal best, beating my 10K from 4 months before by 3 minutes. I went home and had a wonderful day with my family (dad, my sister’s family and my family).
This Thanksgiving, I woke up in a hotel, went to that same race in town, and gave it my all at the same 10K after spending the day before moving. I once again ran a personal best by 1 minute 45 seconds (I hadn’t raced a 10K since last years). We went back to the hotel, finished packing and had a very simple Thanksgiving meal in our new home.
So we moved yesterday and the day before and are just now getting our internet set up. There are boxes to pack and unpack (as most of our things are still in Boston, we will return there in a few days), movers to call, grief to process and a big paper to write.
The race was hard, and I’m sore. Sore, but also full of joy.
I wish my dad had the opportunity to see me run. I’m not fast, but I am passionate, and I ran hard.
|2012 Ashburn Farm 10K, Finish Line|
I miss my dad.
I didn’t even remember it was Friday until I logged on to the internet (thank you, Casey from Verizon for coming out to set up our internet!) and someone had posted about Black Friday. Then I remembered this post from last year:
Freedom Friday: Black Friday Edition
Please read, especially if you are reeling a bit from the upheaval the holidays can bring.
I miss sharing my heart with you all. I will get back into it – eventually.
Love to you!