Moving forward in times of adversity
Growing up, I looked forward with eager anticipation to my father’s semi-regular marathon participation. We lived in a small town, so traveling to a marathon was as much about the road trip as it was about the race. Watching a race was a high-adrenaline spectator sport. Prior to a race, my brother and I decorated vivid “Go Dad” signs and prepped bottles filled with either sports drink or ice water. We packed bananas and orange slices and snacks for ourselves. For some marathons, my mom brought lawn chairs, knowing that we’d be road side for most of the day. The night before the race, we went over Dad’s route, marking the best spots to stand and deciding on a meeting point where we’d greet him at the finish.