As I write this post, I feel very proud of my dad and my brother Oleg who concurred 26 miles on foot, better yet, running. I woke up at 4 A.M. on December 5th to the sound of rain and wind, my heart sank. I looked outside and could not help it but to simply pray, I asked God to let the rain stop and make it a comfortable condition for all the runners to run that morning. I couldn’t go back to sleep for a while, just kept praying, plus I was very worried about papi (dad) who decided at the age of 53 to do a marathon. I can not be more proud of him, what a trooper. He encouraged me more than ever to get out and do things that you always think of doing but wait and then you get older and you end up never doing it. I will be registering for my own challenge, I will start with 13 miles and move up to 26 🙂 I was blessed to see them crossing the finish line, my heart was beating so hard, as if I was running. Before they showed up on the horizon, I just kept hoping that they were both OK and healthy and what a wonderful son Oleg is, to run it to the very finish with papi when he could have taken off and ran it much faster for the working out machine that he is known to be 😉 I am a very proud daughter and sister. Enjoy some of the memories captured on camera.
