|I'm all smiles as I watch my dad|
accomplish something he didn't
think he would do: a 52:13 PR.
You see, each Bloomsday leading up to this one, I've started in the Second Seeding section, minimizing the hassle of weaving through countless other participants. My dad has always started in the yellow section, the group behind mine, because the qualifying times for men to race Second Seed have eluded him. As a result, we've run each Bloomsday apart, me racing at a slightly faster clip while he runs in an effort to catch me. He never does. Yet we always meet on the bridge at the finish and congratulate each other on another Bloomsday finish.
My dad is more than just a running partner. An accomplished cyclist in his college days, he inspired me to learn how to ride a bike. Not just the tricycle kind, but the road bike kind: the kind on which you go "fast". Living in Spokane has given him plenty of opportunity to teach me to love the hills. Much of his cycling in his youth happened in northern California, where hills abound with every turn. Therefore, he learned to love to climb, and it seemed only natural that he'd teach his daughter to do the same.
|We worked pretty hard at planning|
our wardrobe so as to clash--royally.
At least I could keep track of him up
ahead of me when he decided to kick
it into high gear after doomsday.
This year, he signed up to race with Avista in the Corporate Cup section, which placed him right up alongside me in Second Seed. I told him we'd start conservatively and save ourselves so that the last 2.5 miles after Bloomsday wouldn't feel like such a struggle. The first two miles flew by in a whirlwind of activity, music, and the random words spoken by Spokane onlookers. My favorite quote of the day I heard just as we ran out of downtown was, "People actually smell GOOD!" I could only imagine how we'd smell at the finish line.
|My dad always pushes himself to the|
limit. Nearing the finish line proved
to be no exception.
The finish line in sight, I saw the clock time at 51:20. I told him to run and make it in before 52:30. He did--with a time of 52:13. He PR'd by a minute, besting a time he'd posted back in 2009. I couldn't have been happier to see me dad, who's struggled with his slowing pace as he's aged, finish so strong and be so humble about it days after. It was truly a blessing to have had the chance to race with him. What he didn't know is that despite my tired body, despite the fact that I am a faster runner, he pushed me to post a Bloomsday PR. Like I said, I still don't know who was supposedly pacing the other.