This was the content of the email I sent to my Dad and Mom on April 20th of this year:
Subject: Seawheeze 1/2 Marathon
Just sign up! I’ll run it with you the whole way!
That was it!
One week later, I called Dad to badger him about it thinking there is now way but why not? And what?! He responded that he had signed up. He was coming to Vancouver to rock 13.1 miles with me in August. Just me and Dad! Mind you, my Dad is not a long distance runner. I think the length of the basketball court was/is the name of his distance game.
So, I am sitting in the airport in Phoenix last night on a layover + delay, thinking about the 8 days to finish line. The evening before, my Dad and I had went for a quick interval run together in Houston – hello humidity, hello sweat. However, I noticed he had gotten so much faster. And, he was looking good! 13 pounds later, he said his clothes were fitting better. High five, Dad!
Anyways, back to sitting there in the airport,: I was listening to people complaining about the delay, handling restless children or throwing back a couple brewskies at the bar … And all of a sudden, I feel tears start to well in the bottom of my weird-timing-for-everything eyelids. Such a sap. But, I was just overwhelmed with gratitude, excitement and love.
One email, one action, sweaty runs together to tears in an airport to a future finish line.
What I want you to know is that, you just never know until you ask.
I’m so happy I asked.