My first exposure to triathlon was when I was a little girl. My dad did a sprint triathlon and I was just so proud and amazed by his achievement. To this day I wonder if I would have ever gotten into the sport if it wasn't for him.
Then when I began training and competing he was my number one fan (and mom, of course). When I would go home he would ride and run with me. I bought him a trainer last Christmas and we would spin and watch movies. He never lets me go to a race without a support crew.
He went to California for my first 70.3
And of course, he and mom made the trip out to CdA. He even warmed up my wetsuit in the morning!
Last year we were going to do the Vegas Half marathon together... until he broke his ankle into many pieces and needed surgery. He still went out there and we did the Santa Claus 5k the day before the race.
Well, not to be beaten by an injury, my dad trained through the summer to do his first half marathon down in Vegas this year. At 61 years old, he did a half marathon in 2:05:25 taking 27/105 in his age group. Just a tad over 9:30 miles. What an amazing race!
Dad, I'm so proud of you!