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My father's running shoes
My father has many running shoes, some are smelly, and some are dirty. He has a closet full of them and I still don’t understand why he needs that many. They go out early every morning, even on Sundays. No matter hot or cold, wind or rain they will take it either way. They have been here and there, near and far, running miles and miles. Sometimes they run five kilometers, ten, fifteen, twenty-one and even forty-two. Going through every challenge my dad puts them in. They have been in sixteen of the seventeen marathons. Through Toronto, Berlin, Air Force marathon, Washington, South Padre Island, Victoria (Canada), Houston, San Antonio, Austin, Boston, London, San Francisco, Torreon, and they have been lucky to run the Chicago marathon twice, and here in Monterrey thrice. He is hoping to complete the China marathon soon, and I’m hoping he takes me with him too. Not only they have been in marathons, but also they have completed the IronMan three times. He takes them everywhere, family vacation and business trips. Yes, my father loves running, he is a runner, he runs in cold, he runs in the heat, he runs at the mountain, he runs in the street, and nothing has stopped him from doing it, he went running for two whole weeks without knowing he had a broken knee, and oh, he was devastated when they told him he couldn’t run for six whole months, he was going crazy.But what my father loves the most is to inculcate this sport into our family and doing this together, well he always leaves us behind. I enjoy cheering for him with the “Go Daddy Go” t-shirt he bought for me many years ago. I watched him cross the finish line many times, with a frowning, tired face that then becomes into a big smile. I remember waking up to the sound of this running shoes going downstairs; looking out the window and the sun still had not dawned. All I see in those running shoes is perseverance, courage, strength and enthusiasm. Running shoes that take him everywhere, with the strength of his feet and the courage of his lungs. Some day I hope I find a pair of running shoes just like his, that can run for miles and miles and that can cross many finish lines besides my loving dad. Running shoes that could take me in any direction, fast or slow.
