So, with five less toenails and a long trip to support his daughter under his belt, Dave completed his second marathon on Saturday.
I will spare you the pictures of his feet, because describing them as "gross" would be a serious understatement. I'll just say that man alive, after seeing those toes I don't think running a marathon is on anyone's bucket list in this family.
It was HOT that day.
His iPod didn't work (in my mind not many things could be worse than running 26.2 miles, but running it without any music? now that's misery.)
He was getting Lucy safely under her anesthesia instead of carb loading or whatever marathon runners do. He was playing memory with her instead of doing his last runs. And then he was on a long flight and functioning on little sleep.
But he did it. And he did well.
We're all so proud of him.
And I am so incredibly grateful that despite all that training and serious work, he didn't bat an eye when our NIH trip fell at the same time as the marathon. I'm so thankful for this man and his will-power and example.