For starters, I am very proud of my dad. At 59 years old, he ran his first 5K and I was able to run with him. Last summer, I told my dad that if he started running, I would run a 5K with him. It took him all Fall, Winter and Spring to get himself there, but he did it! Not only did he do it, he was no where near the end of the pack of racers, and unlike some of the college students we passed, he never once stopped to walk on the course. While I did not set a PR today, this was by far one of the more memorable races for me. Great job dad, I am proud of you.
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