Proud Daughter

Today, my mom ran her third 5k. She PRed again by over 2 minutes (despite having a cold this week): 30:50. But equally as important, my dad ran his first 5k. Prior to today, my dad had been doing the 5k workout on the treadmill, but only ran outside twice this year. I didn't know what to expect with him. He's more a swimmer, or even a biker. But he signed up, and was excited.

I wasn't there for it, since they ran at home, and I am at school. But the race happened while I was in the middle of my long run today, so naturally my mind wandered over to their race. Was not sure how either of them would do, but was anxious to hear about it.

When I called them, I found out about my mom's PR. Then I asked for my dad's time: 33:56. Amazing! For a first 5k - wow. This is a picture of them before the race.

And here is a picture of my dad finishing.

They say that I inspired them to run when I started marathoning 2 years ago, and while that may be the case, I never pushed them out the door. They did that themselves. I got all choked up when I got the pictures - it is very exciting to watch them embark on their own running journeys. And inspiration goes both ways - they are always on my mind during my runs.

I am a proud daughter today - both of my parents did a wonderful job.