My Hero

My hero is my father. He might not be a Master Legend or a Mr. Extreme or a Beowulf but he's still a hero in many other ways. My father is always there, he loves family time (although its not always possible), he pays the bills that allow us to keep our home and still manages to give us some allowance if we ask for it. He would tell us stories of his childhood and experiences in the air force and other life experiences. He helps me with a lot of my problems, like transportation sometimes (because I drive) or even my computer. My father is at his mid life, and he is not as fit as he should be at his age, hes got that beer gut and signs of a heavy smoker, but hes gotten into biking lately and is improving his cardio fitness. He'll probably be more fit than Master Legend of Mr. Extreme if he keeps it up haha. I've been going biking with him and it is pretty hard work pedaling at 17-30 miles per hour for more than an hour. By the end of our sessions the odometer would say we had biked about 25 or more miles. It is very tiring. Everything he does to help us is more than heroic in my standards and hes earned the title of hero to me.