“Hello” I said after my Lovely Wife handed me the phone.
It was 11:30 at night.
“Hello, this is Bob, I work with your sister.” The voice spoke back. I didn’t know a Bob.
“Your sister died today in a scuba diving accident”.
There are many things that drive us in life. Many memories that run us down. Sometimes we have things to prove to the past, to those who went before us, to ourselves.
My sister had run several marathons with my dad and brothers. She was always “on me” about exercising and taking better care of myself. I remember one conversation where she asked if I would just walk the treadmill each day. I didn’t.
My dad never recovered from my sisters death. Although cancer took his life, I think somehow it would have been different if it weren’t for that night when Bob called.
It has been ten years since my sister passed away. It has been 8 years since my dad passed away. Why am I writing about this…?
I started running several times since 2003. I would run and then stop for some reason. I don’t know what made this time different. The main difference is that I didn’t stop. I kept running. I know TJ and RS running helped keep me going. The races have made running more fun. My Lovely Wife has encouraged me more than anyone. She has been great.
Ultimately though I think I am running with memories. Memories of my dad running marathons from 55 years old into his 70s. Memories of my sister and brothers running with him. The lack of memories of me doing the same. I did run a 5K with him once, but really nothing other than that.
As I approach my first marathon, I will be running in the memory of my dad and sister. They never saw me run. They saw me overweight and barely able to walk a mile, let alone run a marathon.
So I am running this race on Sunday for my Lovely Wife, for my kids, for my mom and brothers. But most of all I am going to be running with memories and in memory of my dad and sister. I think they would have been excited to see this day come.
I know I am.