It hit me the other day when I saw a photograph of my dad that there’s a part of his life that I know nothing about. To get you up to speed: my dad is a fireman by day/night and in his free time, he builds houses, landscapes gardens, feeds the birds and has an enormous love for wildlife.
He’s also a runner. I’ve known this for all my life and in fact, just recently he ran the 2009 Two Oceans Half Marathon. But it’s the running stories from 20 years ago which are a complete blank to me.
It’s Comrades week and as many of my close friends prepare to run the biggest race on South Africa’s race calendar, I suddenly remembered that my dad has run Comrades. He has also completed Iron Man. Twice. This was many years ago. But still.
(I’ve promised myself to do a separate blog post on his achievements and I’ve already tasked my mom to pull out any photos of my dad.)
I’ve never shared stories with him. I don’t know what he went through, his experiences, his running trials and tribulations. In fact, since I’ve started to run, I mainly get my running tips and motivation from KK and other running buddies. Yet, I’m sure my dad has lots to share.
I know that at the time when he was running, I was young, in primary school and perhaps didn’t take much interest then. I wish I had. I wish I thought about running then like I do now. I wish I had paid more attention.
I’m going to stop telling people that I am a newbie runner and instead announce: “the running gene runs in my family”. Because it does.
It’s funny isn’t it. My mom runs and always has but I don’t remember her running when we were kids. It was just something she did, generally before we were awake. We speak about races we do together but I have never asked her about her earlier running day.
I feel the same way! There is so much we can learn from them, but sometimes forget about their experience as youths.
Running is obviously in your blood and I’m sure your dad would love to share those old running stories with you. I love that pic of your dad. It shows such emotion!