Yesterday, in San Diego, CA, my 69-year-old father ran the Rock 'n' Roll marathon. He finished in a little over 6 hours. He was inspired by my roommate and me running last year, and I'm so proud of him. (And part of me is a bit relieved, too--I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for his decision to run, and my mother wouldn't have been very happy with me if he had hurt himself training.) We talked about running one together next year (My mom didn't seem too happy when I told her our plan). We'll see!
I'm sorry I couldn't be there with him, but I saw the pictures on my brother's flickr page. Here are a few:
mom and dad at the finish line
happy to be finished
Congratulations, Dad! You're incredible!!!!