Thank you, dad

June 6, 2012

I know you were overjoyed when you found out that mom gave birth to a happy, healthy baby. Back then, I doubt you were allowed in the hospital room while she gave birth. I recall you telling me later in life that you would never let mom be in that much pain again.

(on a side note: there was a reason I gave birth to my own children in a day and age when drugs are plentiful and peace is achievable)

I know you would never admit it, but it had to bum you out a little to realize you would never have a son to call your own. The thing is, though, you could care less whether you tucked in a little boy or girl at bedtime. You just wanted to be present for your child and prove how much you loved every ounce of her.

So I rarely had to think about how to grow up. I simply wanted to impress my hero.

You told me you recognized I was athletically inclined early in life. When you played catch with me in the front yard, I begged you to challenge me. No matter how far you launched the softball, I rarely missed it. Because when I caught it, you smiled.

In high school, you signed me up to participate in an endurance program to help make me faster and jump higher. You would drop me off as the sun rose on the horizon and I would have to knock on the boys’ locker room in order to gain entrance into school. My future husband was one of the boys who welcomed me into their workout group.

I won the state high jump title later that same year. I have no doubt my success was directly tied to trying to keep up with the boys.

Over two decades later, I am part of a group of coworkers, primarily male, whose common goal is to stay in shape. We are a mismatch group of amateur crossfitters who love nothing more than to put ourselves through pain for gain.

Dad, the more I think about how my life began and how you helped raise me, the more I realize it is by no coincidence I continue to push myself not only in the gym, but also in life.

For that, I thank you.

I was able to complete a triathlon after months of trying to keep up with a stronger, faster coworker who trained with me. He pushed me back into shape after my child-bearing days were in the rear-view mirror.

7 responses to Thank you, dad


    Why thank you, Blogging Runner. I am glad you liked it. There are just some things we need to take the time to get out of our heads and into our blogs. This was one of them for me.


    Beautiful. I lost my father 23 days ago. The final words I spoke to hime were, “Thank you Dad, for giving me the skills to succeed in business and in writing. I love you.”

    After reading your post I realize I forgot to mention the set of weights he bought for me when I was 12 years old — they have enabled a great career.


      Sorry about your dad. That just sux. I always try to think of comforting words, but I cannot imagine life without my dad in it. Your essays are wonderful.


    Great post and congratulations. One note of caution, triathlons are addictive. You can’t do just one.


      Yeah, I have a feeling it won’t be my last. But I need to wait a few years to jump back on the horse. Kids keep me crazy busy these days. No more nappers, which makes it hard to get in those longer workouts.