As many of you know I love to run. It is my freetime and stress reliever. I like to do races because I like to work towards something. I hope to get back into them here soon. Well my love of running stems back to my childhood. I have great memories of running with my dad. We did the Father/Child Fun Runs together, he would help us practice running our miles for elementary school with the goal of beating our old time and I ran the Run for the Roses with him as a kid (at least part of it).I ran Duluth's half marathon and my mom and dad were right there cheering me on. My dad ran the Twin Cites marathon, so I knew that was something I too wanted to do. Five years ago I did it. My dad was there for some of my training runs up north. He was at the end of his driveway cheering me on as I went by. Then at race day my parents were there to cheer me on along the way and then to bring me in at the finish line. It meant a lot to me because running is something I associate with my dad and some of my favorite childhood memories.Today I got to start those memories with my daughter as she ran the Toddler Trot down at the Marathon finish line. She was so excited! She knew just what to do. When they said go she was off and ran the whole way. When she finished they placed a medal around her neck. She was pretty happy and I was so proud. I can't for our future races together.
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