Author: Josh

After our third annual Circle C Ranch Turkey Trot. I don’t get to see the family much on Thanksgiving morning. We happened to convene near the finish line and Brian grabbed this photo for us.

We had our usual Thanksgiving in Okeene, OK this past weekend. The only difference being that dropped Maly off at DFW on our way back to Austin so she could catch a flight back to school in Charleston. Her flight was canceled. She had to spend the night in Atlanta. She decided to sleep in the airport.

Today at 7:18 a.m. EST.

"Are you okay?"

"tired."

"Did you sleep at all?"

"barely"

"Anything exciting happen?"

"i watched a bunch of guys set up the Christmas tree at 2:30am"

"Sorry you had to sleep at the airport :-(. I guess the 'hard' part is over."

"I did laps around the airport. went through tsa. laid on the floor. got starbucks at 2am. tried all the bathrooms"

These are photos from when we arrived in NYC on November 1st. It was an hour long Uber ride from JFK into Manhattan where we spent our first night at the Westin New York Grand Central. Mara got to ride in her first NYC subway so we could go to the race expo at the Javits Center. I didn’t want to spend any more time at the expo than was necessary. I got my bib, my shirt, and we said hi to a couple friends and boogied out of there. The expo is crazy.

I didn’t realize it until I started combing through pictures, but I like the wide angle photo of the Javits Center where Mara is looking up. The building and the expo are pretty overwhelming.

On Saturday morning I admittedly bandited the Abbott Dash to the Finish 5k. I was in search of a shakeout run route. It was too far for me to walk to Central Park. Manhattan’s crazy and I don’t know the streets well. I started poking around Google and Instagram in search of something so I could get in my shakeout. Low and behold, there was a 5k that would be passing right in front of our hotel. So I decided I’d just hop in, run 1.5 miles, turn around and head back home. Well, as I exited our hotel, there were a bunch of runners walking to the start. So I just got on board and walked with everyone to the start. And I jumped in after the barricades and did the best job of being a non-impeding bandit as I could be. I got a little caught up in the energy and decided to run the entire 5k, all the way to the marathon finish line in the park. So my little shakeout wound up being 7 miles.

When I got home I made a donation to the New York Road Runners. It doesn’t make up for me banditing, but it was something.

Later that morning we stopped at Comfort Diner for breakfast. I carefully topped of glycogen stores. Then we humped it 15 blocks to our new accommodations. Elise made a friend on the way. They talked about life, politics, and women’s rights.

Terri & Craig arrived later that afternoon while Elise and Mara were out site seeing and getting their nails done. The night came early. Everyone was looking to me to decide on dinner since I had the big race in the morning. I settled on Greek. The cheaper and easier the better. Our concierge had us going to fancy places. I opted for the joint down the street so we could just salads, gyros, hummus, and a lot of pita.

I reviewed logistics, went over my plan, put my kit together, and went to bed at 9:00 p.m. Elise and Craig studied the map so while I was out running 26 miles, they could find the vantage points to see me.

I don’t know if I’d call it a ritual or a tradition, but I’ve written something on my thigh for my last few bigger races. What I write is something very special to me and gives me motivation and inspiration when the race starts to get hard. While training for and running NYC I thought about Maly a lot. My firstborn who couldn’t be at the race with us. She was a big reason why I started running. She moved 1,300 miles away to go to college while I was in this training block. There were lots of thoughts and tears shed on those runs.

I didn’t look at my leg until around mile 18. That’s when I needed it, and I’m glad it was there. I’d picked up the pace at mile 16 and I knew the last 10 miles where going to be tough. My my real A Goal was to run a negative split at the NYC Marathon, something that most people will tell you is very difficult to do on that course.

The goal was 3:09:30. I came in at 3:04:04 and I did run a negative split. It wasn’t a marathon PR (“personal record”). It was my 3rd fastest marathon, but it was, by far, my best executed marathon and my proudest marathon performance to date.

The rest of the afternoon called for a lot of walking. We went back to the hotel so I could shower and change, and then back out the door again for a much-needed Reuben sandwich at P.J. Clarke’s. Oh, we ordered pizza through Uber Eats.

Monday was Craig’s birthday so he and I went for a recovery run through the park.

Lots of walking the rest of the day. We toured and had lunch in Chelsea Market (that’s lobster poutine up there). Down to Battery Park and the High Line. We saw Lady Liberty and the 9/11 memorial and museum. I don’t remember what we did that night. I think the adults went to St. Regis for $63 martinis and Mara and I hung back and watched TV. It was getting late, folks were getting hangry, and decisions were not wanting to be made, so we went downstairs to street vendor for some horrible hot dogs and knishes.

Tuesday was a lot of walking too. And subway rides. We walked 5th Ave and Maddison. We tried to get some custom lacrosse shoes made at the Nike store. We went into Chinatown and had lunch and gelato in Little Italy. Then back to midtown so Elise and Mara could finally see and walk through the park. Mara walked back with Terri and Craig while Elise and I moseyed through the park and all the way down 5th Ave back to our place past some election day craziness.

For our final night we saw The Outsiders at the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre. I’m not a musical guy, but it was a great show (helped that I read the book for the first time a year ago). The family loved it. Terri, Elise, and Mara were all brought to tears.

Off season playday on October 20, 2024 against the University of West Virginia Wesleyan.

It’s bittersweet when your child still has “firsts” in her adult life and you can’t be there to witness, cheer, celebrate, and tell her how proud you are of her in person.

Entrance to the fair: $75
Three tickets to ride the Ferris wheel: $20
Cotton candy: $6
Taking the child to the fair again before she’s too old to experience a fair’s wonder: priceless

And the sky was dark and the moon was a beautiful yellowish orange crescent. We listened to Chappell Roan and I had that thought that one day, probably in the not-too-distant future, I’ll long for the days when we lived in our house in Austin near the park and my youngest daughter was still young.

While she’s been enjoying college and playing lacrosse, she’s really been looking forward to coming home. She plays it cool, but admitted that she’s been homesick. She wanted her own bed, her house, HEB, barbecue, and her boyfriend.

Elise, Maly, Jared, Mara and I went to the Salt Lick on Friday night. Elise and I couldn’t remember the last time we’d be there; I think the last time was before Mara was born. It was nice to go back there. It wasn’t crowded. There wasn’t a line. Our waiter was great. The food was great. We all got to talk, and we just had a nice time.

I think my favorite part was the drive out to Driftwood. And I reminded Maly of it. Her very first job was at Vista Brewing, which is out in Driftwood. She got that job right before she got her driver license and I used to drive her to and from work. And even after she got her license, and after she got her first car, I’d still drive her to and from work because we were nervous about her driving on 1826 at night. It’s a narrow, two-land farm-to-market road, and Driftwood has a lot of breweries and vinyards, and Maly just didn’t have enough driving experience at the time. And she didn’t seem to mind the ride to work.

While our house is on the outskirts of southwest Austin and close to Driftwood, it’s still a bit of a drive out into the “country.” It reminds me of growing up in Cat Spring and commuting into Bellville for school or work or Tae Kwon Do when I was in high school.

Often times the ride to work or home was mostly quiet, but it was time that she and I had together. I don’t know if she remembers or cares as much as I do, but those are good memories for me. I fondly remember the cool, dark Fall evening drive, especially when I was on my way to pick her up from work. I think it was on those drives that I would try to come to terms with the fact that life was happening fast. One day you’re holding your baby in your arms and she needs you more than anything else in the world. And the next thing you know, she has a job and you try to help her navigate having a job and money and bosses and coworkers, and creeping up from the back of your mind is the notion that she’ll move out one day and start a life on her own.

And you can’t help but hope she knows that you gave it your absolute best, and as much as it hurts that she’ll have to move on and make a life of her own, she will always have home.

Dad died 18 years ago today. Eighteen years is a lifetime. A journey into adulthood. There has not been a single day in these past 18 years that I haven’t thought about him.

I know I disappointed him a lot when I was a young man. It’s taken me 18 years to learn that he knew it was a part of my growing up and figuring out this life. He pulled me out of the proverbial ditch more times than he probably should have. He let me sit in the ditch too, when he knew I needed to sit in the ditch.

I still miss him as much as the day he left us. I still wish I could see him or call him and ask him the questions that could help me navigate life and fatherhood.

“Your dad has given you everything that you will ever need. Now God needs him.” That’s what my counselor told me when I yelled at her because I was angry at God for taking my dad too soon.

Very often I look up to the stars in the early morning and I can sense him with me. I try very hard and as best as I can. I like to think that he’s proud of me.

His oldest granddaughter is 18 years old now. He got to know her for her first five months of life. He never got to meet Mara. He’d love the hell out of her. He’d love being around them both and watching them grow, just like I do.

Eighteen years is a lifetime. It’s a long time, but it’s also just a wink from a star in the sky.

I’m totally overdue in posting about last weekend. I thought I’d start posting little galleries of the goings on of the previous week and weekend because I’m noticing that memory has turned to absolute garbage. And sometimes I like to read old posts to see what we were up to at certain times in our lives, whether those times were of any consequence or not.

Last Friday we went to the Westlake v. Atascocita football game. Maly’s boyfriend, Jared, is starting left offensive guard, we’ve made friends with his dad, siblings, aunt, and uncle, and, well Westlake football is on a whole other level of high school football. While it was a great game, Westlake lost 39-21, breaking its 44 regular season home game winning streak.

Saturday morning was the regular big group run for the Circle C Run Club. I don’t know what our streak is, but we’ve all been running together at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday mornings since 2018. Elise and I dropped the Jeep off at Firestone because its had some faulty fuel injector wiring. After dropping off the Jeep, we hopped over to Goodwill to get rid of some clothes and for some thrifting.

Maly went on a roadtrip to Roanoke Virginia with some friends from school. The northeast is funny. You can just take a two hour roadtrip for a weekend in another state.

Sunday was my first 20-miler in this training block for the NYC Marathon. I’ve never run the NYC Marathon before, but I know it has some hills, so I planned a route in the Northwest Hills of Austin. The run was great. I mean, running 20 miles involves a certain level of suck, but when you now what you’re getting yourself into, you just sort of learn how to deal with the suck.

I’ve been struggling again this week with Maly being so far away at college. I think what did it was when we talked to her over FaceTime on Sunday evening. All week I get excited and can’t wait to talk to her and tell her all the things that I want to tell her. And then on Sunday’s FaceTime call all I wanted to do is stare at and dote on her, just like when she was a little child.

It doesn’t help that we’ve had a little “false Fall” for the past four days. It’s been in the 50’s in the morning and the humidity is almost non-existent. It feels like Fall. We’ll get another heat wave this week, but the change in temperature and daylight hours have become noticeable.

I walked Mara to school this morning. So far this week I’ve taken the “long way” home. It’s a half mile walk to school. I take a detour on the way back to the house that makes the walk back a mile. It’s been nice outside in the mornings. I’d much rather be walking than sitting at a desk.

I was walking through our little section of the neighborhood. Up off Allerton, on Colberg, on Gaur. I just started thinking about all the times we’ve walked those streets on Halloween night. All the miles we’ve probably put on those streets and sidewalks with Ray, Julia, Nico, Eve, Ava, Emma, Elsa, Kellen, and kids I might’ve forgotten.

I walked by Maly’s old friend Avery’s old house. I’d dropped Maly off at Avery’s house many times. They used to be best friends in middle school. I don’t really know what happened with that relationship. Avery’s parents got divorced, and Avery and her mom eventually moved away. I guess it was a proximity thing. And making new friends. And, just moving on.

It’s amazing how a chapter just closes in a child’s life. And I guess that same chapter closes in your life. But you’re not the one who’s reading or writing the chapter. You’re just a listener. An observer.

I find myself longing for those past times. I have regrets that I didn’t really take in those little moments. Like all of the miles and hours covered and spent on Halloween nights. I was being an obliging parent. I wish I would’ve been a more in-tune listener and observer. I wish I would’ve been more present in those minutes instead of whatever else I was thinking about or doing. Like concerning myself with the immediate future, or anxiously awaiting for this inconvenient phase of childrearing to pass.

I wish I would’ve been more trusting and appreciative of my children’s friends. I wish I would’ve known to see them as the important parts that they played, and hopefully still play, in my girls’ lives and vice versa.

But what I really wish is that I had a better memory. I swear the last 18 years have flown by. Elise has a better memory than me, and I like to hear her recount stories of times with our kids with greater detail. I have photos but I often wish I had more photos.

I think I’ll keep taking the long way home every morning and hopefully I can unearth some of those old photos in my head while at the same time reminding myself to be very present in the moment.

It’s hard to believe that three days have already passed since we saw Maly. We said our goodbyes on Saturday night and we had to be up at 4:00 a.m. the next morning to catch our early flight back to Austin. We had a full Sunday back at home. Monday was our last official day of Summer break with Mara. Elise and I both took the day off of work. Elise and Mara went shopping for school clothes. I don’t remember Monday. I’ve been in a fog.

Mara started school on Tuesday.

Monday night was hard because it was the end of summer. Mara really got the ass end of summer this year. Elise started her new job back in October which requires her to be at the office during the day. I started my new job in June which requires me to be camped out and unavailable during the day. And because of new jobs we weren’t able to travel or do much of any noteworthy weekday daytime activities. Poor Mara was pretty much just camped out in her room all summer. And as a parent, well, that just makes you feel like crap.

Elise went back to work on Tuesday.

I’d barely been at my job for 6 weeks and had no vacation time, so our travels to Charleston for orientation and moving Maly to school were unpaid. As I as planning my my time off for Maly’s move-in, I decided to take Tuesday off as well. I already wasn’t getting paid for a whole week, so I figured one more day wouldn’t add much to the damage. I voluntarily shared our itinerary with my boss, and told her that I wanted to also take Tuesday off for a “mental health day.” I told her I’d probably just hang out by myself in the house all day and cry. I will say that I really like my boss. I have since day one. She totally understood and made no bones about me taking all the time that I needed.

I decided to make Tuesday a good day. We got Mara off to school. She woke up early. She was a little bummed and apprehensive, but also a little excited about starting 7th grade. Elise and I both walked her up the hill to school and it was like back to normal again. After hugs and kisses and goodbyes, Mara was off to start her new school year. Elise and I walked back home together. She had to rush off and get to work.

And then I was by myself. Just as I’d imagined and planned. I was going to commence my good day. I already had most of my day planned…

I went for my scheduled run. I went out later than I would’ve normally liked, but that was okay. I was able to catch up on some sleep. I didn’t feel rushed on Mara’s first day of school. And I had the day off, so I was in no hurry. It was a hard 40 minute tempo run that I didn’t start until 9:00 a.m. I was already pouring sweat halfway into my warm-up. I focused on being in the moment – in that run – and reminded myself that while it hasn’t been in the forefront, I do have the NYC Marathon coming up in a few months and I have a specific goal time that I’m training for.

The rest of day was going to be relegated to posting Mara’s first day of 7th grade photos, and then I was really excited to just kick back and scroll through everyone else’s first day of school photos on Facebook. Then I’d eat. Maybe take a nap. Maybe read. Maybe watch a movie.

I got through posting Mara’s first day of school photo and loving every first day of school photo that I could find on Facebook. And then I started scrolling through 18 years of photos in my Google Photos library and started sobbing. It was healthy sobbing, but it got to the point where it was starting to become draining. So I moved about the house. But everywhere I turned there are pieces and reminders of Maly. I kept crying. I went through a few fits of those chest-heaving sobs. Once when I was just standing in front of the sink in the kitchen. The dog even raised her head as she lay on the carpet in the living room because she knew something was wrong.

I decided to really punish myself and took my laptop into Maly’s room and I sat at her desk and watched old videos of her. And then I went into my closet and pulled out the plastic bin of old cards — birthday, Father’s Day, Christmas cards. I went through a few handfuls of those and tried to recount their presentation, probably at the kitchen table.

My relaxing afternoon turned into a flood of emotions and sorrow and missing Maly. I thought about calling her, just to hear her voice, but I didn’t want to be selfish and subject her to a babbling and crying dad.

I don’t know if it was the right thing to do, but I wrote her an email. I thought about texting her but I have a tendency to be long with written words. So I figured an email would work. I guess I just needed to let it out. I just wanted her to know that I love and miss her and that this is arguably one of the hardest bouts of emotions that I’ve ever had to contend with.

I told her about how so badly I wanted to just fly up to Charleston, scoop her up, and bring her back home to live with us forever. But I also told her how selfish that would be, and unfair to the both of us.

I don’t remember everything that I wrote, and it would probably be a long time before I went back and read that email, if ever. I just really wanted her to know that I love her and miss her. I feel like I can never say “I love you” enough. And I worry that I didn’t say it often enough when she was still just in the other room. Or when she was just down the street at work. Or at school. Or driving around with her friends.

This photo is of the blister in the center of my palm that is healing. It’s a blister that I earned from driving screws through a 1-inch common board and into Maly’s dorm room headboard with a screwdriver. I had to fabricate legs for her headboard so they could attach to her bed frame. I had limited tools available to me, so a bit of pressure was required to drive screws into the headboard. The blister hurt at the time, and was in an inconvenient location. But it’s a physical reminder, albeit a small one, of what I’ll do for my child. In a way, I wish it would never heal. I wish it would leave a scar.