Running the Race

Charlie, me, and Dad at the start

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I showed up in Sedona on Friday night and surprised my dad by announcing I was running the half marathon the next day.

I’ll never forget that memory as long as I live. The look of utter surprise was priceless.

Dad, me, and Charlie at mile 1.5

Dad’s been running marathons since the early 80s.  I, as a kid, would color little signs and post them in our car window as we travelled around to his races.

No wonder I have the exercise bug, huh?


Anyway, I heard this might be his last, or one of his last marathons, so I wanted to surprise him by running part of it with him.

Me around mile 8

So, I trained for my second ever half marathon.


Now, after my first, I pretty much swore them off because–well–they hurt!

But, I just had to go do this one. My dad and beautiful Sedona were worth it.

Me and Charlie at the finish

And yeah. This one hurt too. But I’d never be sorry for the fun memory I got to make with my hubby and my dad–two of the most important men in my life.

So, Dad, thank you. You’ve taught me what it means to set a goal and work hard for it. I’ve been able to apply that to all areas of my life, not just exercise.

And Charlie, my sweet hubby who ran most of the race with me on Saturday, thank you for your constant and unconditional support.

Me and Dad at the finish of his race


wowOkay, so, it’s kinda mucky out there right now, isn’t it? Economy, swine flu, you name it. But, let’s take a few minutes and think about something that’s inspired us! Tell me your story.

Here’s mine.

So, you all know about my dad. He did a 3,000 mile road bike to raise money for Young Life.

Well, with less than a couple hundred miles left on his ride, his bike broke. Something about a gear shifter lever. You can tell I’m not a technician, can’t you?

Well, this broken shifter meant that he was stuck in ONE gear. And that’s just not good when you’re navigating hills, battling headwinds, etc.

Well, after a day of pedaling with just one gear, he decided he’d stop in a bike store to ask if they can manually put it in an easier gear.

The man said, “Sure, I’ll take a look at it.”

“I know you can’t fix it, two bike shops already told me it’s not fixable, but if you can get it in an easier gear for me, that’d be great,” my dad said.

“Sure, let me take a look.” The guy took the bike back.

Now, a couple hours earlier, My dad had talked to his pastor on the phone to give him an update of the ride so far, so they could share it with the congregation back home in AZ. When he heard about the bike problems, he said he’d have them pray for him.

A few minutes later, the technician came out with my dad’s bike, “Well, fixed her up for ya.”

“You fixed it? Or just got it into an easier gear for me?”

“No, I fixed it.”

Turns out he was able to band-aid fix the gear shifter. So, for the last 119 miles, my dad had all his gears. He said it was a good thing, because he had a head wind the entire 119 miles on that last day!

The power of prayer, even when it’s just about a bike ride. Amazing.


Your Turn


3,100 mile bike ride update

dads-bike-picture2My dad is almost five hundred miles into his journey across America. Can you believe it? He’s raised over $20,000.00 so far! It’s amazing.

He rode through Phoenix on Sunday, so Charlie and I met up with him and biked about 47 miles with him.

It was such a blast even though we had a 20 mph headwind at times.

In case you haven’t read his story, you can see both parts by clicking links below:

Part One

Part Two

For the most part, things are going well. Some predicted aches and pains from riding a road bike  over 100 miles per day. He is having a little unexpected foot pain, but my sweet hubby, who’s a physical therapist,  took good care of him when he stopped through Phoenix.

So, keep my dad, Don, in your prayers. He has a long way to go until he gets to Florida.

He’s such an inspiration.


I’m curious — who inspires you? I’d love to hear your stories.