I almost didn't want to leave

Yesterday morning, Amara took the opportunity to run into my arms and cry.

"I don't want you to go! I'm going to miss you!" she sobbed.

And at that moment, I felt all my excitement for my upcoming trip drain from my soul.

For nearly five months, I have trained for this.

I've skipped church every Sunday for group runs.

Dad2Amara would make our daughter's breakfast so she could get on the school bus on time and I could get a run in before work.

I've iced my shins. I've taken drugs (legal ones, of course) to numb my aching knees.

I had to learn why runners use body glide.

And now I feel confident I can cross the finish line.

I sacrificed and fundraised so much so I can make this cross country trek to Wine Country.

It's finally here.

And now Amara doesn't want me to go??

I knew I couldn't back out.

And by the time most of you read this, I'll be on a plan bound for San Francisco.

But it doesn't mean I'll forget what Amara said.

So Amara has been told she can call me whenever she wants. This could be a bad decision on my part but what was I to say?

Luckily, I didn't have to figure out anything to say.

My honorary "teammate" is a good friend of the family.

So she threw me a mini going away party - just her family and mine.

The party was complete with balloons and cake.

And Amara felt better that her family would be there to help Dad2Amara take care of her.

And that made me feel better too.

I hope you all have a great weekend.

I know I will.

I'll see you on the other side of my Wine Country trip.

Go Team Challenge!


  1. I'll be thinking of you and cheering you along the way from the east coast. Have fun!

  2. Good luck! Amara will be fine... Saying goodbye is always the worst part, and dreading the leaving, but then you'll both adjust pretty quickly and everything will be cool! Right? Right.


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