I guess because I’ve hated running for most of my life, it’s hard for my parents to understand that I’m really a runner now.
I may not be the fastest runner, but I can put one foot in front of the other at a somewhat rapid pace for a decent period of time.
And yet my mom still sometimes asks how my walking is going. Good grief woman, you can’t even call it jogging?
Then there’s my dad who thinks it’s super cool that I run, but who honestly believed it took me 5 1/2 hours to finish the Fort Lauderdale half. Really?????
Because of all this I am really happy that my dad has decided to come spectate at the Princess Half next month. I don’t need anyone to validate who I am — as a runner or anything else — but I do think it will be nice for my dad to see me run first hand.
Growing up he was a big part of my sports life. We watched football and wrestling together on TV, he taught me how to ride a bike, he coached my basketball team and was at all of my volleyball games.
As an adult he’s taught me how to play fantasy football and now he will get to see me cross the finish line of a half marathon.
Speaking of which, this particular half marathon is costing me an arm and a leg! I’ve started totaling up the costs and … O_O. Thank goodness I live in Florida and don’t have to fly in for the race.
Do your parents “get” your love of running?