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Running for Steve

Steve Terese was president of the Red River Road Runners and a good friend. (photo courtesy of Jason Graham)

Steve Terese was president of the Red River Road Runners and a good friend. (photo courtesy of Jason Graham)

The sky was that perfect shade of blue. Just enough wispy clouds lingered to paint the pink, red and orange of sunset across the horizon. The trees, just starting to take on the colors of fall, were reflected in the still waters of the Red River. In short, it was a perfect night for a run.

Of course, most of who gathered to run that night would have run in a torrential downpour with a 20-knot headwind. You see, this was no ordinary run. We were running for Steve.

Steve Terese was the president of the Red River Road Runners. He was a dedicated marathoner, a triathlete, a hunter and a fisherman. But more than any of that, he was a devoted husband and family man, a faithful friend, and a constant encourager. Steve died Sunday. We gathered Wednesday night to do the one thing we knew we could — run through our grief.

As I trained to run my first marathon, Steve made sure to check on my progress along the way. He kept telling me I was going to do great, even when I wasn’t so sure. When I returned from the marathon, Steve wanted to hear all about it. He hung on every word as I described the scene, from the runners expo all the way to the finish line. I don’t know who had a bigger smile on his face, me or him.

Steve loved running, and he was one of the first to welcome me into the running community. I will always be grateful for Steve’s encouragement and support.

My 5-year-old son, Hadley, was with me on Wednesday night. He knew why we were there, but he wasn’t sad. In fact, he was the one who looked at me and said “Come on, Dad, let’s go running.” So that’s what we did.

Hadley and I ran the same trail I used to run with Steve. We talked about what a beautiful night it was and how much fun it was to run together. Before we knew it, we had run almost two miles.

I can’t help but think that Steve was watching us, and smiling the entire time.

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4 Responses

  1. Sarah Connolly

    I did not have the privilege of knowing Steve- but in a way from your writing I feel I did. He seemed like the type of person who was patient, encouraging, and had a heart to help people reach their goals.

    My thoughts and prayers are with his family, friends, and the running community. Somehow I don’t think he would have made much of a distinction between the three.

  2. Jamie

    I, too, was one of the fortunate people who had the benefit of Steve encouraging me, confident that one day I would be crazy enough to love running like he did despite the fact that I have possibly the worst form on the planet. (My form and love of running are still works in progress…) He made you feel that the sheer fact that you were a runner destined you for greatness and that greatness was in every step, every mile a personal victory to be celebrated. Steve will be greatly missed!

  3. Maribeth Anderson

    What a beautiful tribute!

  4. Jason Graham

    I love this! Steve touched a lot of lives.

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