Bill Anderson ran at least one mile every day for over 44 years has passed away
Bill Anderson has passed away. He has been fighting prostate cancer since 1999.
"He was a fighter," says his brother Bob Anderson (director of My Best Runs). "I know he would be proud to know that he was able to run a mile just ten days before his death. R.I.P. The world will miss you."
His daughter (Barb) posted this on FB on the December 23.
“The Streak has ended…
My dad did not do something yesterday that he’d done the past 16,000 + days – he did not go run at least one mile.
On September 27, 1976, he went for a run…I was 2 years old. He continued that for 44 years, 2 months and 25 days and ended his running career with the 10th longest documented running streak in the United States.
The rules? At least one mile, outside, in running shoes.
At some point the streak became another family member that we’ve all formed a complicated relationship with, especially my mom, who has worried about him, followed him in the car in the hail or after a little too much to drink, cursed the inconvenience of the “damn streak” on occasion and supported him every day.
When I was in high school, I started running with him. The first time I ran four miles, I was with my dad and we had about a third of a mile to go, all uphill. I was ready to quit when he calmly said, “At this point it’s really just a matter of one’s character.” I didn’t stop.
I’ve run with him numerous distances, in numerous locations, sometimes in formal races and sometime just around the hood. But my dad’s run in every state, dozens of countries and incredible ranges of temperatures and weather conditions, juggling time zones, international date lines, snow, wind, rain, prostate cancer surgeries, bladder cancer, Parkinson’s, nine chemo cycles, a ruptured appendix and age.
On Monday the 21st my mom practically pushed him out the front door and followed him in the car one last time, this time for concern of his mental acuity.
I ran with him on Tuesday the 22nd, not knowing but somehow feeling the final curtain call. We reminisced about our most memorable runs together – like the one time, a very low-to-the-ground bulldog joined us from nowhere and ran at least a mile right between us. We both thought that dog would go into cardiac arrest. At some point he bailed on us but when we got back to the house, we jumped in the car to try and find him because we were convinced that he was dead, lost or both. We never did find him.
On Wednesday the 23rd after being rushed to the hospital, he announced with dignity, strength and no regret, that the streak was over.
He made the right decision. But I can’t help feeling like we lost a family member yesterday.
My dad has always been my hero. Dad, today I went for a run and even though I cried through half of it, I ran with new purpose and I crushed it. I love you.”
posted Monday January 4th