Me and my 12 pound pack training for the PCT
March is a very tough month for me. March 24th marks the 25th anniversary of my Dads death. He left me to soon, he was only 48. He died of a masive heart attack. I know I have made him proud but wish he was there to pace & crew me during my races. I know he would totally be in to it.
He is always with me during my races. I call on him when I need his help. He always comes through.
March 31st marks the 5th anniversary of my Moms death. I found her dead of a bacteria infection that got into her blood. She was a young 70 year old. I miss her each & everyday. I always shared my adventures with her. I took pictures and would show her. She thought I was crazy because I was so into running. But she knew it helped me get through the darkest days of my life.
This month I will run for them and celebrate my Mom & Dad for giving me the best gift ever. Life.... They are always with me and I know they are always watching me and making sure I'm safe.