Monday, November 12, 2012


On August 23, 2003, Bob and I made several vows to each other and to God.  We promised to love and support each other regardless.  In sickness and in health.  In poverty and in wealth.  In good and in bad.

But, as if that wasn't enough, Bob also vowed to his good friend (and ultra athlete) that he would run a marathon at some point.

He has talked about the idea for the past few years.  And I have nodded and appeared to participate in the conversations.

But this summer, he decided the time was right.  We joined a family athletic club, and Bob began training for the Richmond marathon.

He was completely dedicated to his training and our new nutritional lifestyle greatly helped him get in tip top shape.  He was even able to complete many of the long distance training runs without using his asthma inhaler (a first in more than 10 years).

I also will admit that I believe his great desire to train (which involves spending several hours most days of the week running) may have been influenced by the crazy house he was allowed to escape.  But I will give him the benefit of the doubt. 

The marathon was Saturday, and I took the older 2 kids to watch.  We made some crazy signs and were able to give him a high five at miles 13 and 20.



He had a lofty goal of finishing the 26.2 miles in 4 hours.  And he blew that goal out of the water by finishing in 3.55. 

The kids rushed to greet him and see the shiny medal.

Then we "celebrated" at Chick-fil-A with some grilled nuggets and fruit.

It was a long day.  I was exhausted!  :)

He is already signing up for his next one.


We love you, Daddy, and are so very proud of you!!

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Kelly said...

Go, BOb!!!!!

Anonymous said...

You du man!!!