First fathers' day without my Dad. He died in January from pneumonia having suffered a severe spinal injury in November and fighting for 3 months as a quadriplegic.
I wanted to run in memory of him tonight. He was always a fighter, not giving up even when life was hard.
That is how I need to run. I wanted to give up so many times today but smashed my best distance in the 30 minutes and finished with a little tear in my eye thinking about all the time I had spent with my Dad. I hope he would be proud of me.