Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Blog Slacker

Not too shabby of a time for me!
So usually when I don't blog for several days it usually means that I've not been running, but that's not been the case lately. I've been swamped between subbing/starting up a new ministry at our church and spending time with my wife and daughter....but...I have been running!

This past weekend my wife and I ventured over to Indianapolis with my in-laws to run on the Monon Trail. It is seriously one of the most amazing running trails ever (2nd only to the Chicago Lakeside Trail). I had 7 miles I wanted to get in, my father-in-law had 8 and my mother-in-law had 12 in order for her to hit 1,000 miles for the year. It was awesome getting to run and chat with them as we ventured down the path. If you're ever in the Indianapolis area you definitely have to check it out!

Yesterday marked one year that my grandpa passed away. He was the first person in my life that I was close to that passed away. Before him the only people that passed away in my family (or even friends) was my great-grandmas. They both lived to be around 100 (one was actually 101!)....so in an odd way it was no surprise when the time came.

My g-pa was an awesome man. He was the type of guy who would do anything to help anyone...even if it cost him money and the individual(s) couldn't afford to pay him. He did so much that we'll never even know about. I can't count the amount of times he fixed something for my family or people in the area. He was always up to something and was known for being one of the biggest flirts with waitresses in our area, but he had a heart of gold.
It's just pen, but was a great reminder during my run
I wanted to spend some time by myself remembering him yesterday and I figured running was the best way I could do it. So I set off for 4 miles on my lonely gravel road and thought about his life.

How he gave me a baby doll as a gift for my 5th birthday and thought it was hilarious.

How my parents had bought me a new pair of jeans and he was told not to let me get them dirty...he gave in when I asked him to convert his dump truck into a slide and I slid down the bed of the truck until I wore a hole in my backside.

How he always carried his checkbook in his front pocket (even when he was bound to a wheelchair and wasn't leaving the house).

How he flirted with every girl that my brother or I brought to meet him.

How he would tell the dirtiest jokes.

How he would sing at the top of his lungs while we traveled down the highway with a load of dirt, stone or sand in his dump truck.

How he had a contagious laugh.

He was a great man and the world is definitely missing an awesome man.

My 4 miles were my fastest 4 miles I've ever ran. I finished and felt emotionally and physically drained, but it was a great way to remember one of the greatest grandpas to ever exist!

Fastest 4 miles ever!






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