A few days after I came home from my mission, I got the flu.
Spent the whole day on the couch feeling ill and anxious.
#party
When dad came home from work that day, he suggested that I accompany him to shovel dirt at my sister's house.
And though that sounded like the worst idea ever, I went.
And it was like magic.
I sweated out all my impurities and felt good as new.
Manual labor man.
Whooda thought?
A few weeks into life at home, dad came home at 3:30 pm to find me laying in my bed, looking like a zombie.
Dad: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing.
Dad: Oh yeah? Most people who are okay aren't laying in bed at this time of day...
*throws me car keys*
Dad: Go to the gym.
And again, he was right.
I felt much better after that.
A few months later I decided to do a sprint triathlon.
Dad did too.
He never left my side.
He biked in front of me to break the wind.
When I fell off my bike and started to cry, he tough loved me into getting back up and carrying on.
During the run, (mind you, my jog is the speed of most peep's walk) he jogged backwards so he could keep pumping me up.
He wouldn't let me stop.
He stayed with me until we crossed the finish line.
That's how my dad rolls.
And I could not be more grateful.
I love you, Sweetheart! I am very proud of you.
ReplyDelete:) I recently went to a seminar at work that said 30 minutes of exercise will burn off the excess pressure on your body due to stress/anxiety. If only exercise sounded more appealing.
ReplyDeleteyour dad is the best! What a beautiful tribute to him at this time of year. He and your mom (of course) raised a strong incredible daughter. And when you look in the mirror you will know which one of his wonderful daughters I am speaking about.
ReplyDeleteLove you
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