Sunday's race brought back so many memories of races I went to with my Dad when I was younger. Obviously, just as a bystander then but the feeling was the same. I haven't been to one of his races that wasn't a marathon in a long time. And since he's been out of the game for much more than a year because of knee surgery, Sunday was the first time I had seen him in his element in a while. With all his East Texas runner friends. I actually think they were all a bit surprised to see him too. I heard numerous "is that Tony Collins?" and a few "Tony's back!" In fact several told me "that they could kiss first place good bye now that Tony Collins was running again." Another asked "if I knew my Dad was a legend?" Ha! Yes, I know. I know very well.
Dad said "he isn't a legend. He is just able to outlast most folks." I don't know that I agree with that but it was fun to be around again. And now that I'm on the other side of it, not just cheering but a participant, I can appreciate it so much more.
Run Tony Run.