It seems this is a requirement, day in, day out.
26 miles, 50 yards at a time.
So very tired.
Yet, I find that in THIS instance running with someone is advantageous.
The one time in life where a 3 legged race makes SENSE.
Do you know how difficult those are to do with your dad when you're like 8 years old and he's 6'6? Oh how lucky were those kids with short dads! But I wouldnt have traded it for the world.
I love my dad! Guess Ill call him when I get home and tell him that.
7:54
I called him. I even told him how I got to where I needed to call him, and I started crying. Writing this biography reminds me of one thing consistently. Many of my best memories, are of my dad.
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