This past week has been an emotional race for me. My dad had heart surgery on Thursday - very surprising - and so I was in the hospital all day Thursday and Friday, then yesterday after the race. He is holding his own, still in ICU with minor complications, but stable. I did run the Country Music 1/2 marathon yesterday. I did not once feel good during the race like I have in past races. The whole thing was a struggle. But I thought of my dad and how he would love to be anywhere but in that hospital with all that pain. I thought of how he use to run, and instilled in me a love of sport and competition. It kept me going over all of the hills and to the finish in 2:01. Another day, I would be so disappointed in this time. But on this day, during the midst of this trial, I was happy to do it and happy to be done with it. It hurt but it was a good hurt. A hurt that one day may keep me off of that operating table. I ran for my dad.