This was a very therapeutic run. My dad passed away on Thursday after battling pancreatic cancer for seven months and I took the day off to be with family and make arrangements for him. In the cool mid-morning air I ran up Red Butte Canyon and on the Shoreline trail. My dad was an avid painter of imagined landscapes and I felt like I was running in one of his paintings. The colors of the mountains, the dense blue sky, and the contours of the ridgelines allowed me to see the world as I imagined he saw it in his paintings. My dad was the sole reason that I became a runner. He coached and encouraged me throughout my childhood and followed my running closely as an adult. I enjoyed his company in my thoughts on this run. I am so thankful to have had such a great dad to inspire me in so many ways. I miss you Dad!!
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