This morning Dad and I went for a short little run. My father is by no means a runner but keeps active playing golf and often "walking for fitness" with my mom. I asked him on Sunday night if he would like to join me on Monday morning's run, but because of the early rain we were postponed until this morning. I was surprised that he accepted, but only after I allowed him to choose the distance.
I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised that he agreed to come along. Unbeknownst to me, on Saturday he came down to Beach to Beacon to cheer me on. I only saw him after the finish, wearing his newly purchased Hall Steps Foundation t-shirt, that I'm sure he bought with the intention of wearing it to the race. I usually ask my parents if they are going to come watch me at my races, but neither of them have really taken an interest. I suppose it could be that because Dr. Golden is opposed to my running endeavors, my mother has a hard time supporting me. It was nice to see my Dad there this weekend, cheering me on and supporting me. It was even more impressive that he was able to do so without his usual talk of strategies and technical details about form usually related to athletics. He's taken a different interest, in a different way than he has in soccer, gymnastics, or tennis. It's a sort of backseat interest, something that I can only respect him for, and wouldn't ask for anything more.
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