Going to San Antonio tomorrow morning to be with my Mom, sister and brother in law to meet with hospice for my Dad. Very upsetting shit.....we watched our fav show tonite....Bones....gonna listen to some music and drink some beer....Misty and her family are so incredibly supportive. Done a bunch of crying....good thing....he was a good man....volunteered for his country during WW2 after his older brother was killed....worked civil service for 27yrs.....raised 8 kids....my sister and i weren't his.....anyway, this is a running blog.

He doused water on the dry cement of my running and made it a permanent part of my life. He and I coming together seems meant to be. I was already a voracious track historian when he met my Mom in the late spring of '73. It was the summer before 7th grade, Paavo Nurmi, Emil Zatopek, Billy Mills, and Jim Ryun were already my heroes. The spring of '74 he started taking me to varsity track meets in the Harlandale School District....and that was it for me. The magic and simplicity of track got it's complete hold on me and hasn't let go of me!! Thanks Dad, I love you!