I do not talk about him much but there is a man, a great man in my life who has been my biggest supporter from day 1.
I realized it when I was looking at my race pictures from this past weekend:
Yes there he is holding my medal with a smile on his face. It hit me then looking at it, that is his medal too. He is the one who stood in the 38 degree temperature waiting patiently for me to cross that finish line for the whole hour and 48 minutes. He got up at 6:30am on his day off to accompany me to the race. He cheers for me at every race. He has not missed one since I started last year. I realized how important that was when talking to my dad today and reminding him how he has not seen me race once yet...
In Hyannis he waited for 2 hours in the snow with a grumpy travelling 19 month old toddler!
He is the one who watches the grumpy kid while I take off for my runs to train. He goes with me on shopping trips looking for the new stuff. He bought me my first Polar HRM last summer for my birthday. He reminds me that no matter what I weigh he loves me and I am beautiful. I hate my old pictures, he reminds me I was still me. He was with me when I weighed my highest 272 pounds and never once complained. This still has me in complete awe and amazement. He loved me before I loved me.
He is a great man and there are times when I forget this. So I made a print of the top picture and put it on my fridge. It will remind me that although I physically run the races there are people who are running with me in other ways. And to not take them for granted along the way ;)
We all have people in our journey who help us achieve our goals. Who supports you and keeps you going on a daily basis?