BEIJING -- I was standing in Tiananmen Square waiting for the start of the women's marathon when my cell phone rang.
"Say hello to the Chinese people for me, Dad," she said.
Havana is 7. It's a sweet, delicious age. She doesn't understand really why I need to be gone from home so often but she wants the people in Beijing to know that she is thinking about them -- and me.
I try to keep a good distance between my emotions and the athletes I photograph but when U.S. runner
In the past I've laughed with Cheryl after Shalane has won a race, telling her that she should at least coach her daughter to break her stony appearance and look happy.
In Beijing, after the race, Shalane rolled around the track with the American flag blowing in the wind. She was beaming.
I sat down and wrote Cheryl an e-mail: "She smiled," I wrote.
It was easily the best moment of the Olympics for me.
Daughters. They're the best.