Monday, December 11, 2006


I had fully intended to state my training and race goals for the 2007 Bayshore Marathon with this morning's post. Here I was getting my work day in order, grumbling about the number of things I need to accomplish this week, and cleaning out my Inbox after taking a few days off when I came across an email from a buddy. Normally, we chat about politics or social issues. Since we both seem to sit on opposite sides of the political spectrum, the debates can get lively. I was expecting another debate to begin while opening his email. What I found instead was a truly inspiring that will stick with me for a long, long time. I'm thankful he sent this to me at just the right time. I immediately stopped complaining and reminded myself how lucky I am.

For those of you who have run a marathon...a triathlon...or never had to overcome much at all, prepare to meet a man and his son who you will never forget. This is a man who would not give up on his son no matter what the experts told him. A man who pushes, pulls, and carries his child through marathons, triathlons, and, for that matter, life. He does it so he can give his child moments of joy they share together.

Maybe some of you have already heard this story before. I had not. Please click the link below and be prepared to be inspired like never before. Don't forget to watch the short You Tube video at the bottom of the article as well. What these two have accomplished is nothing short of amazing. If you are prone to crying, make sure you have plenty of tissue by your side. Really, just when you want to give up on the human race after watching the death and destruction on the nightly news, you are reminded again about the strength and depth of the human spirit.

Meet Dick and Rick Hoyt



Mike said...

didn't even have to click to link to know what you are talking about.


Mike Dooling in my office, came across him at the Marine Corp marathon one year.

hard not to tear up when watching

not sure how much i'm affected by the effort for competing vs. being a good father

L*I*S*A said...

I always think of the Hoyts when I'm having a particularly bad day of running. It's then I'm thankful for the two legs that carry me along the journey.

Their love and devotion is unbelievable.