Salutations and jubilations to all of you attractive people out there in internet-topia. I’m afraid that I owe each an every one of you an “I’m sorry” phone call.
I had every intention of getting this post published yesterday! However, the combined forces of mercury in retrograde, the full moon, and a full docket of experiments conspired against my blogging productivity.
This post is dedicated to my awesome dad, in honor of Sunday’s Fathers’ Day holiday. The post might not be punctual, but the pathos is pure. Let’s put on some Bob Dylan, and let me tell you about the coolest guy I know, the man I aspire to be, my fantastic father: Ted Weaver.
My Dad has always been both an enormous source of support and inspiration to me. My Dad is a brave explorer: he always says yes to new experiences, and tries things that might be outside of his comfort zone. He started his own business, he taught himself to play guitar, he met my mom while he was hitchhiking cross-country!
I am so grateful that my Dad’s sense of adventure has enabled me to have so many so many amazing experiences. From road trips through Canada, to skiing in Silverton, backpacking in the Colorado rockies, to biking across deception pass I always have a great time wandering and wondering with my dad.
My Dad is the reason I am an endurance athlete. His transformation from a recreational swimmer to an age-grouper triathlete was a huge source of inspiration to me when I was getting into running. Not to mention the fact that he bought me my very first pair of running shoes! We’ve completed two triathlons and a half marathon together, so far. He’s a WAY faster swimmer than I am, good thing we’ve got a lot of races ahead of us for me to work on that.
My Dad is incredibly smart, kind, caring, and compassionate. He supports me through the trials and travails of graduate school. He supports my mom and her complex medical needs. He supports our friends, our neighbors, and our INCREDIBLY poorly behaved dogs.
Through it all my Dad has maintained his sense of self, his sense of balance and his sense of humor.
Happy (Late) Father’s Day dad! You’ve taught me so much: the value of kindness, of being open to new experiences, the value of hard work…but maybe not the value of punctuality. I love you tons. Take it away Neil Young. I hope that I can be a lot like my Old Man someday.