In 2019 I signed up to run the 15K. It would be the longest race I'd ever run at that point. I had no idea just how impactful it would become.
On March 9th, while baking in my kitchen, I got the message that my dad had collapsed. I rushed to the hospital thinking about how he would be fine, and we would just have to change some eating habits, etc. Then... I heard the worst. "You'll have to let us know when you want to turn off the machines."
WHAT? My dad was healthy. Active. Full of life. LARGER than life! I was (and still am) devastated. To be honest... it still doesn't feel real.
The next morning was the race. I was convinced that I was NOT going. But something in me told me to get up and go. I ran. I finished. I didn't struggle. I felt my dad with me the whole time.
So this year, I'm coming back to run the half. This will be a yearly tribute to my Papa Bear. I really hope that the money raised goes to making sure no kid ever has to unexpectedly lose their parent to sudden heart issues like I did. Words can't describe the pain and emptiness you feel without them.