Seven years ago this very weekend I ran a 5km race in Phuket. I have never been a good runner and found it a hard thing to do but in the end I loved it. Probably as I conquered something I thought I never. And my Dad was so proud, I told him 10km was next and he told me 'No, our family are short distance runners and I should just work on that. And also save my knees.' A few months later he told us he was sick and a few months after that he passed. I could just not face another race. This morning I finally did another one. It was way more emotional than I could ever have thought, I had tears, smiles and well just like most days missed my Dad loads. But I did it, faster than I did 7 years ago and coming home to a super proud Sebastian was amazing.
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