My father's Genes Running On

I have run off and on -mainly off- since high school. I ran track and cross country because my dad and brother did. I never threw my heart and soul in it, although I enjoyed it greatly. College -and the freedom that came with it- put a stop to my running. A few years ago I discovered that running is one of the few things that actually convinces my body to lose weight. But, again, not enough to take it seriously. Then my brother picked up running again, and I thought, why not? (There's that competitive streak) This time, it's sticking. I guess I'm a late bloomer. I didn't pick up football until my late thirties, but don't bother me on a sunday in the fall! That was my husband's doing, but genes then kicked in. I watch more football now than my husband.  My dad loved sports, as his dad loved sports. He played sports in college, ran until being a farmer took the time, and watched all sports on tv. I have fond memories of watching the World Series with Dad (and I don't like baseball), and  the Olympics were always watched in my parents house. And now mine. Dad would watch several games at once, when a commercial came on he would switch to the other game until a commercial came on and he would then check out the first.  Occasionally, being such a great fan,  he even watched through his eyelids. When I told my mother that I had my first 5k coming, she thought that was great. Then pointed out that Dad did 10ks so I had a bit further to go. So, a goal for next year.