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During the first week of 2009, Country-Fried Daddy and I sat down and wrote a list of resolutions, then we stuck it up on the middle of our freezer door so we could see it everyday.
I think my resolutions included doing sit-ups every day, quitting my Diet Coke habit, and running a 5K race. I’m not entirely sure, though, because over the course of the last 11 months, the list has slowly migrated to the side of the refrigerator. If I hold my head just right and squint, I can almost read it. I don’t want to, though, because I am quite busy drinking Diet Cokes while sitting on my couch with my running shoes resting on the coffee table.
Country-Fried Daddy resolved to train for a marathon before 2009 was over, and he did it. Isn’t that annoying? The man has ridiculous will power.
Tomorrow morning, while Belly and Miss D. and I eat muffins in a hotel room in Huntsville, Alabama, CFD will be lining up at the start of a 26.2-mile run, his first marathon.
The girls and I will get dressed, maybe watch some TV, play with some toys we hauled up here with us. CFD will be running.
Miss D. and I have plans to make a sign to hold at the finish line. While we’re trying our best to color in the lines, CFD will be running.
I expect it will take me at least a half hour to navigate my way to the finish line, find a place to park, and get the girls out of the car. All the while, CFD will be running.
He expects to be running for a long, long time.
My first “dates” with CFD more than a dozen years ago included too many smoke breaks on the roof of the newspaper where we worked, late-night trips to Wendy’s for french fries and Frosties, and plenty of cheap beer at a local dive bar. I suspected even then – back in those days of nicotine, grease, and alcohol — that we might end up together. But I never, ever suspected that guy would become a marathoner.
Any ideas for what Miss D. should write on her sign? “Run, Forrest!” comes to mind, but I somehow think that might be inappropriate.
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My husband’s the same way! I can only dream of that kind of will power. Oh, or maybe its the fact that he can finish a sentence without being interrupted. Or gets time during work to exercise.
Whoops. Got a bit sidetracked.
Good luck with the marathon. That is absolutely amazing!
I keep thinking “Go Daddy” but then I’ve seen too many articiles and blogs this week about Danica.
Please tell CFD good luck on his 1st marathon.
How about something like “Who’s my Daddy?” with a picture of him and his runner-number underneath.
Super Dad and great inspiration to all. Can’t wait to hear how he did.
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December 12, 2009 at 7:26 pm
He did great! He looked really strong at the finish and hit his goal for time. (And Miss D. went with “Go, Daddy!” for her sign. I think we’ll get more elaborate for the next one. I like your idea, Jessie T.)
Congrats CFD! Send pictures!
He did his resolution? That is annoying!