It’s been over a week since my last blog post and much has
happened in that short time.
Last Thursday June 13, 2013 my father suffered a heart
attack while at home and then another one in the hospital shortly after arrival. There was nothing anyone could do for
him and he was gone. I got a call from my brother-in-law at 3pm while I was picking the kids up at the school bus stop. Not the best place to be to receive a call like this. But where is???? The call was about the first attack and he was on his way to the hospital. I phoned my husband and he was leaving work right away. I had to contact all the parents of the daycare children. Thank you to all of them for picking their children up early that day. As we were on our way to the hospital in Guelph, my brother-in-law called again and asked us to meet. This time there was no good news.
I know that may sound abrupt and short, but I don’t know any
other way of saying it without getting too emotional and then you would not know anything because I wouldn't be able to type.
Last time I wrote to you I told you about me signing up for
the 5K run of The Waterloo 10KM Classic.
Well today was the day, and I ran it in honor of my Dad.
I woke up to the sound of rain outside and this
Wimpy-Weather-Runner thought… “GREAT!”
But since I started the 21K training program,
the weather has been mostly crappy for my runs, so I am not really
Wimpy-Weather-Runner anymore. Yes I will
still probably cringe at the thought of going out in crappy weather and need a
little extra motivation, but once I’m there, I’m good to go. For today’s race in the rain, my Dad was all
the motivation I needed.
Before leaving the house this morning, I copied a picture of
my Dad and laminated it and pinned it to my hat. He was with me the entire way, from start to
finish and beyond.
In addition to being a wimp due to crappy weather, I am also
a BIG sap, but for those of you that are avid readers, you already know
that. I get all sappy when it comes to
races (not that anyone can see these out on the course) (well, at least I don’t
think they can). Today was no exception,
of course.
As the race began and all the runners and I started on our
way, I started to get choked up and I had to pull myself together if I wanted
to finish strong. I got it together and
recorded a personal best for my 5K. I
had my Nike+ Running app going on my iPhone so that I could track and record my
distance and time. According to my app,
my time was 28 minutes 25 seconds for the 5K, but my official time for the race
was 29 minutes 39 seconds. I am very
proud of both times. The race was
actually a bit longer than 5KM. My Nike+
Running app recorded the distance to be 5.29KM, but who is really keeping
track. I AM! My run today according to my 21K training
schedule was to be 30 minutes, so I joked with my husband that I had to run 1
or 2 minutes more.
This was at the starting line before the race.
My husband and the kids are up in the stands somewhere.
I'm in there!!!
In the second picture I'm directly under the letter R in START. I'm wearing a black hat. In front of the guy in the orange shirt. Do you see me??? Near the person taking the picture on the far side.
Getting back to the sap that I am, there were a couple other
moments out on the course where I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Along with the app running, I had a playlist
of songs playing with a couple of them my Dad’s songs. I was kind of hoping they would come on when
I was finishing the race, but they didn’t.
They both played after I passed the 5K turned around point. It was a great feeling that I was heading
into the home stretch. Even with the
songs playing, I held it together and finished strong. If you are wondering which songs were on my
playlist…The Twist by Chubby Checker and What a Wonderful World. You should have seen my Dad dance to The
Twist, oh yeah; he knew how to Twist It!!!
A thought came to me tonight…it would have been so great if at the end
of the race, I could have got them to play that song over the sound system, and
then everybody start doing The Twist, in the rain of course. Oh well, a fun thought, but a little late.
Here I am crossing the finish line.
With a personal best too!
Here is me and my Dad.
Post race.
My son loving the rain.
Today’s race was for my Dad. Next Saturday I have another 5K race that I have been looking forward to for a long time. My sister and I will be doing that one together and I think that one will be for my Dad too. Color Me Rad Toronto Saturday June 22, 2013.
The last few days have been long. I feel like I need to keep on keeping on for my children. Everyone grieves differently and it will hit us all at different times in our lives, remember the love and the strength that the person you lost has showed you, and pass it on to the ones you love. Teach them to be strong and passionate about life and your lost loved ones will shine through in the people around you.
It’s like how my daughter likes to be in the garden. I got that from my Dad (and my Mum), and she gets it from me. It’s just like with the running…she sees me run and now she is into running. I have registered her for her first 1KM fun run coming up here in Waterloo , ON …Saturday August 24, 2013…In Running Colour…put on by the Waterloo Running Series. Check out the website for more details - www.waterloorunningseries.com
After seeing the race today, my son wants to do a race too. He is geared up for the Dirty Dash on July 14th in Waterloo , ON . I still need to register us for that one.
On Thursday of last week, I noticed some pictures on
Instagram of some friends Peonies that had bloomed in their gardens. I looked at mine and they were still not in
bloom yet. One of the white ones was
just starting to open. You might be
wondering why I am telling you all this, well I do have a point and I will get
to it. The next day, that single white peony opened
up.
I told my daughter that it was
because of Grandpa. My Dad was a
gardener, and loved planting, growing and selling vegetables at the market and
later on bedding plants. He was always a
busy man. Even at the end, he had been
outside enjoying the day sitting on the deck looking over what once was the
garden he so carefully looked after many years ago. His green thumb has been passed on to my own
little girl and she told him just last Tuesday evening that she loved planting
things. We went for a visit and she told
him all about the garden that she planted here at our home. He was pretty thrilled to hear that. With the tragic event that happened only two
days later, I was happy that my children were able to spend that time with my
Dad, their Grandpa and sharing their gardening stories. It was a great visit, but I didn’t think it
would be our last one with him. He has
been in and out of the hospital a lot this year and when he was in the
hospital, he did not look good. When we
were there last Tuesday, he looked good, even despite a nasty fall he had taken
that Sunday before. Whether that had
something to do with the heart attack that occurred on Thursday, we will never
know. We just have to remember all the
good times we shared with him.
Okay, I will get back to the peony part of the story. Yesterday, Saturday, we stopped in to see my
Mum and she was telling us about the flowers that she had ordered for the
funeral. My Dad wanted peonies. I almost fell off my chair when she told me
this. She said that my Dad had said (I
guess when they were making funeral arrangements a few years ago) that he
wanted peonies at his grave. It’s almost
like he knew. The peonies are in full
bloom now. So my Mum, my sister and my
Aunt with the help of some other friends, have gathered together some beautiful
peonies to supply to the florist to create an arrangement for Tuesday. I will also be taking some of my white
peonies in honor of my Dad’s wishes. I
never knew that my Dad loved these flowers so much. That is probably why I love them so much
too. They are so beautiful.
I don’t know when I will get back to writing again. I am going to get through these next few days
and see how I feel. I am going to try
and stick with my training because I know my Dad would not want me to give
up. Even if I have to switch up my days
a little, I will not give up. I kind of
want my long runs to end up on Saturdays, so I may just take an extra rest day
this week.
I am going to resume my strength training as well this
week. I am feeling rather soft and I
don’t like it. My belly feels like jelly
and my butt has gone soft. Not good. I want to Stay Strong for myself and for my
family. Because of the health issues
throughout my family history, I wanted to be sure that I stay on track with my
journey to be A Healthier Version of Me, and I want my husband and our children
to be the best they can be too.
I will be back again soon.
Until then…Stay Strong!
Trina
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