Rosepetal.

That's what dad called me sometimes. Grandude too. Rosepetal.

Why am I running? It started because of my dad. I wanted to run in the race he ran as a way to better understand him and to celebrate his life in this small way. Along my short journey, i've begun to learn a bit about myself too. I'm not a quitter. I'm a fighter. This race is a tangible goal. It's real. I can do this. And when I cross that finish line, I know Dad will be watching and cheering.

For me. For him. For the sweet taste of victory only I will fully understand, i run. And the running muscles aren't a bad side effect. : )

My goal: run every single step. And to beat dad's time. 56 minutes.