of my crazy father.
This Saturday, my dad and his best friend fo' life, Bob (who also happens to be my Godfather) ran a cool 50K race.
That's right: 50 - fifty - five-zero kilometers.
For those non-Rainmen out there, that's 34 miles. 34 miles of crossing streams, hiking up mountains with a 15% incline and praying blisters do not appear on your feet.
I thought 13.1 miles was a feat, but this...is impressive.
When I talked to him this morning (two days after the race), I asked him how he was feeling. His response? "Well, it's a little hard to go down stairs and I find I keep losing my balance and half-falling over. Other than that, I feel great!"
Congrats, you two crazy cats!