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Photo courtesy of Steven Felschundneff |
Memorial Day is a holiday that
brings together family and friends, whether with an afternoon barbecue, trip to
the beach or dip in the backyard swimming pool. It brings with it a feeling of
summer, of nostalgia, memories hanging with friends and family around a bonfire
or picnic table.
“A sense of camaraderie,” added
Linda Troyer, chatting with my father and me in the Monday morning sunshine
before we embarked on the Claremont Red Cross’s Run for the Red.
As my father and I stretched and
then took off from the starting line for the 3.1-mile trek around the Claremont
Colleges, Ms. Troyer’s words had me reflecting in a more meaningful way on my
own life.
When my editor had asked me if I
was interested in not only covering the Run for the Red, but participating as a
runner, I was immediately up for it despite my lack of long distance endurance.
I’m by no means a runner, growing up dancing and pirouetting rather than
racing, but enjoy stepping out of my comfort zone especially when it comes to
exercise.
My thoughts turned to my father,
a man who is known for his love of adventure, border lining on diehard at
times. We always joke about my dad’s compulsion with exercise, his daily
grueling bike rides and past marathons, his notorious “short” hikes that would
end up taking us half the day to complete, and usually earned us a Slurpee at
the local 7 Eleven. On this day so cherished by families, I thought, why not
ask my dad to participate in an old pastime with me.
My dad was immediately up for our
spontaneous morning date, as I knew he would be. He loves the opportunity to
engage in exercise with his 5 children at any chance. We got our microchips and
bibs and made our way to the race.
Though my dad could easily speed
ahead of me, it was nice to have him there by my side coaching me along the
Claremont Colleges route, which in itself brought back a lot of memories to
both of us. As we passed through the track I remembered daytrips to the Pomona
College field where we kids would participate in personal competitions or dad
would help us swing from a rope that used to be attached to a nearby tree.
“Remember that tree?” my dad asked as we jogged by the lawn in front of
Bridges Auditorium. Many a lazy Sunday afternoon after church we would lounge
in the shade of those trees with a Little Caesar’s pizza, running around and
eventually begging my parents to take us to the little koi pond at Scripps. We
even have a family Christmas photo with all of us kids hanging out of the tree
like monkeys.
My dad pointed out buildings
where he took classes while studying at CMC, then Claremont Men’s Colleges, and
I in turn shared about new buildings that have been added since I began writing
at the COURIER over the past year. We again reflected as we passed the CMC
dorms, where my dad used to live and where my family to this day continues to
gather for a Frisbee match before watching the fireworks at the annual Fourth
of July celebration.
Though I am by no means a runner,
I felt energized by these thoughts. Instead of focusing on the labor of the run
itself, I was able to take a moment to enjoy the father-daughter bonding time.
Crossing that finish line
side-by-side with my dad reminded me of the importance of my family and loved
ones. It reminded me of the good times, even the little things, in my past that
continue to weave the fabric of who I am today. It conjured up an often
uttered, but never overused saying: “Keep your loved ones close because you
never know when they will be gone.” Whether soldier or first responder, accountant,
cook or homemaker, may we always remember, and find inspiration in, our loved
ones’ sacrifices and zest for life.