AT 630AM YESTERDAY, I CASUALLY RODE MY BIKE 70 MILES IN 4 HOURS.  At 5pm, I walked 100 feet in 12 minutes.  Clutching my dad’s bony arms, my son Shane and I purposefully plodded into church.

There was no place I’d rather be.

We sat, and listened.

My mind wandered to a time when my dad was strong enough to grab the dining room chair at the end of one leg and hold it straight out.  (Try it some time.)  He used to vault the 6′ back wall and run on the high school track behind our house.  “One lap to think about each kid”. (8 laps).

I’m taller than him now, but he’ll always be a giant to me.