|my dad (left) and his brother, ca. 1946.|
|family resemblance ~ I think I am definitely a "Berkel".|
My hip and back were definitely sore come Saturday evening. So today (Sunday) I did an easy 5 mile run in the neighborhood with the dogs just to try and stay loose and burn a few calories. Artie definitely doesn't like running on a leash on the pavement. About 51 minutes into the run I was nearly dragging her down the sidewalk by her leash. The last few minutes of the run were a struggle for her. Both dogs are napping happily now.
This Friday was also my dad's birthday (RIP). He would have been 73. It's hard for me to believe that 10 years ago we were up at Soldier Hollow watching the Olympic Nordic Skiing races, and at Park City watching the men's Giant Slalom, and also at the Olympic Park watching the men's Skeleton competitions. The nordic skiing was a highlight, because we befriended some German fans who turned out to be the dads of some of the girls racing, and they gave us their tickets into the stadium (we had general admission tickets to the course) and we got to watch the women's skate relay sprint finish. My dad was in his element when we were watching those events. What a great memory. Bittersweet.