RUN UNTIL IT RAINS
It was the summer of 1976 and my Dad and I were glued to the TV as we watched the Olympics taking place in Montreal. We were fascinated by the amazing track athletes. Then my Dad said something to me that would become a driving force in my life.
“I'd like to see my son run in the Olympics someday”
I decided right then that I would someday compete in the Summer Olympics as a track and field athlete. My quest had begun… at the impressionable age of seven.
Later that summer, my Dad and I headed out for a short fishing trip, as we did every year. I loved spending time with Dad, especially when it was just the two of us. We headed out in the little boat, propelled by a small outboard motor, with our fishing rods and a cooler. I sat in the front and Dad sat in the back controlling the motor. The ice chest was in between us. “Don't cross the ice chest” he warned me. The boat would be out of balance and could capsize if we were both behind the ice chest he explained.
As we got out into the choppy waters of the Gulf of Mexico, Dad had to stand up for a minute. The little boat rocked and he fell in the water with a big splash! Forgetting his warning I immediately stood up to look over the side of the boat trying to spot him. The boat flipped over! I was caught underneath it when Dad appeared and pushed it off me. He saved me - but was so badly injured in the struggle himself that he didn't survive. I was alone and frightened. My Dad was gone.
My desire to compete as an Olympian became even stronger. The dream I first shared with my Dad that day so many years ago has provided the foundation for the determination, drive and discipline that has defined me as an athlete.
I will run until I stand on that Olympic podium to accept the Gold Medal I have trained for so relentlessly. On that day I believe it will rain - because my Dad will be watching from Heaven… and crying.
Be part of the dream.