Some people seem to think that the reason I got into (and was marginally successful) at running was because of my father. Here he is, running the Long Island Marathon back in 1986. He also ran the New York City Marathon the year before, in 1985.
It would be at least another 10 years before I would ever participate in a track meet…and an additional 3 years added onto that before I would ever realize that I had a knack for running.
Great form, Dad!
No matter the age, fathers always have a special place in the hearts of their daughters. -jcv