this morning, dad and i ran our second cowtown. since last year, dad has become quite the hard-core runner. he kicked it up a notch this year and completed his first 10k... in 57 minutes and 31 seconds. yeah, i know. it's kind of awesome. i ran with the 5k crowd... in 33 minutes and 21 seconds. a new personal record. i'm kind of proud of myself. i actually ran the first 2 miles without stopping, and then my shoelace came untied, so i lost a little bit of my momentum. for the last mile i kept on running, but had to power-walk it every so often. every time i slowed down, though, there was this voice in my head that sounded a lot like c.f.giles, yelling "PICK UP THE BAR!" yeah, that happened.
we have a joke at home that dad, because of all his hard-core running, is now a "performance athlete." with my new 5k time, mom has granted me the title of "performance athlete," too. fantastic.
"if you have a body, you are an athlete."