But one memory inspired me to return to running for good. As I was going through her closet, I saw one letter she wrote to me on Father's Day in 2006 offering a 10k run for me. That 10k turned out to be her last run. The following month, her doctor told her that her cancer recurred and metastasized.
As tears flowed, I knew that I should go back to running. But it wasn't easy getting back up on my feet. My grieving was draining and exhausting me. I didn't realize that it could affect me physically. I had to dig deep for some kind of motivation to get me out there.
|On my shoe, my wife's name, "Jinky"|
I walked the the whole block until the corner; then like a plane after being a given an all clear from the control tower, I took off running. I chose a favorite 9-mile route on the suburban streets where I live. I knew this route and every crack on the sidewalk by heart; but I haven't returned to it in months. It felt good, reliving lots of fond memories, running this route then coming back home to my wife who was always waiting for me to return.
Every run is for you, my beloved wife! Long may I run!