My dad has been a long-distance runner for 40 years. His passion is training and competing and winning. When we were little we used to tag along and cheer him on at his races and yesterday we had a full-circle moment when we piled the kids into the truck, drove to Kamloops and watched my dad run a cross country 8 km race in the Masters World Games.
That’s right…World Masters. He placed 10th in his age group…in the WORLD.
Go, Bumpa! Too bad all those athletic genes of his seem to have skipped a generation.
We made a sign and cheered loudly for him as he passed us by.
Here’s a close-up of the inspiring artwork:
It was a great day and I’m so glad we were there to share in his success.
(Speaking of exercise, my latest post at urbanmoms.ca is all about my lack thereof. Take a look-see!)