My time was horrid–but it was a father’s day run and my father and I crossed the finish line together.  Our time was 47:17 but I don’t really care much–as I didn’t train and I walk/jogged with my dad.  As he gets older, I begin to cherish these moments more and more as I know that I am so lucky to have a dad who is young–he’s 59 and these will be memories I carry with me for the rest of my life.  He’s a great man.  We did vow to train for next years event.

I broke out in hives this weekend and was hopped up on Benydral as well as recovering from being sick all week and not working out for the whole week.  I could have run more at the beginning but I let my dad set the pace and we had a great time together.

I’ll post some pics when I get them from my aunt who took them.