Go Lu, Go!

My first job after graduation was at the Hyatt Regency San Francisco, and my dad worked directly across the street at One Market Plaza.  We'd often have lunch together and we'd also ride home from work together.  I participated once in the "Financial District Strut" which was a relay race for women.   We had to pass a newspaper baton and speed walk through a designated route in our business suits, wearing sneakers and carrying our briefcases.  I was the last leg of our team, and after winding up staircases and around the Embarcadero Center, I entered the chute into Justin Herman Plaza.  There had to have been a thousand people there, but about 3/4 of the way in the chute I noticed my dad at the rope yelling, "Go Lu, Go!"

So today I woke sore and achy from head to toe.  I was so tired of the continual pain and the inability to fully perform the poses.  We had Lisa from Texas as an instructor, and she is truly inspirational, but even so, by the time we got to triangle pose, I honestly wasn't sure how I was going to get through it.  I searched deep down for something to help, something, and then bright as day, as clear as it happened more than 20 years ago, the image of my dad yelling, "Go Lu Go!" blazed into my head.  It was so visceral; he was there with me.  

So I started to cry again, but this time, I had a great big smile on my face and I continued to do the poses, I continued to do them well and strongly.  I kept weeping but nobody noticed, and my body felt lighter, the poses got easier.  My dad was with me and he was cheering me on.

I was a daddy's girl; I AM a daddy's girl.  And someday soon, I will find a man who will cheer me on just like my dad does.  Thanks dad!