Mom and dad were training for a marathon since April. It was supposed to be a family thing. My aunts, cousin, parents and myself were all going to participate.
We were going to run in honor of my aunt who passed away from cancer last year. And when my brother passed away, my parents wanted to run for him too, even though his death wasn't cancer related.
A few of us stopped training, but my folks kept on running their miles every day. On Nov. 17 they completed their first half marathon, wearing my brother's scholarship button the whole way.
I saw them off at the starting line, amid the crazy costumes and various team shirts. Words of inspiration lined the streets.
"I run for my brother."
"I believe in you, random stranger!"
"I beat cancer and now I'm beating you."
The roads were full of runners and bikers participating in their respective courses for the San Antonio Rock-N-Roll marathon.
I met my folks at the end. They looked tired and were drenched in sweat as they held hands crossing the finish line. But they finished what they set out to do and I couldn't have been more proud.
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