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My parents departure

Well we just got back from saying goodbye to my parents at the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport.  While this is not entirely triathlon related, you’ll see soon why it is for me.  My parents are moving to San Jose, Costa Rica after living in the U.S. since ’92 so it’s a big change, but a great move as they will be closer to the people they work with on the ground in Latin America.  One thing that I learned early on from my dad was that you shouldn’t put barriers on your dreams – he was always pretty adamant that God does not fight with your dreams and that if you work hard things can happen.  While he grew up in a little town in the civil-war torn mountains of Guatemala (with no running water or electricity!), he became the first college graduate and in his mid thirties learned English and ended up getting a Masters and a  Phd in the States.  When I was young he sized me up and thought I was ready so he took me up my first volcano.  As the years went on I just had that ingrained in me.  He was never athletic, and so while I can see my small sport gifts coming from my grandfather (Pan American games and national athlete for Guatemala in the late 1940s), my dad certainly gave me a strong headed no-backing down attitude towards life which trickles down to how I view goals across my life.

When at work one day Ebert said – hey you should run Twin Cities Marathon, I was like sure why not? Now that was a funny goal for me at the time since I was a 200 pound bicep-curls-loving gym rat that had never run any type of race (yes no 5ks or 10ks).  I told my dad about it and he said, “ok be careful – but that is a good goal, how can I help you?”  The next year I told him about my triathlon itch and it was the same response.  Then it was 2005 and I wanted to finish a Half-Ironman and my whole family traveled to Racine to see me race.  As soon as I finished and showed him my two broken spokes on the front wheel he told me he’d take care of that for next year (hello Hed 3 carbon).  When I called him the following year telling him I had qualified for 70.3 World’s in Clearwater he was pumped but I think in his mind that was the only result that he was really expecting.  For my first Ironman he came again and was super proud to see me at the finish.  Thinking back on it, my parents have made it to each of my “firsts” in my short endurance sports career.  Twin Cities Marathon, Lifetime, Racine, and Ironman Wisconsin – they were there for all of them.  My mom would bring her crazy Guatemalan flags and my sister would yell out cheers. And while Chelle has also been to each of those races (and many more), I will definitely miss my parents for a lot of reasons including triathlon related ones this next racing  season.  They never got to see me get on the podium (and I am really gunning for two races this summer) but I know that they’ll be thinking of me and praying for me. Adios Pa y Ma.

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January 23, 2008 at 8:51 pm
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