So my Dad tells me he is proud of me for the first time I can remember. I'm 43.
He's seen a thing with my marathon (and now 1 ultra marathon) medals hanging off it on a wall in my house.
But he seems sad really. He had to stop running because of his knees around the age l am now. He says he would have liked to have done more running and further.
I never appreciated being able to just run as much as I did at that moment.
That's it really. Just remember to enjoy it (whilst you still can!). Shoes on, out the door