We are reblogging this post written by Jenifer Brady because it is a beautiful and thoughtful message that needs to be shared. We relate to this post as we too have been marathon spectators for friends and family members many times without ever worrying about our safety.
I am a marathon spectator.
I, myself, don’t run. Trust me, I’ve tried. Treadmill, road, track. I want to be one of those amazing athletes who push themselves to keep going, just one more mile . . . and then just one more after that. I want to feel the heaviness of a finisher’s medal around my neck and the crinkle of a shiny wrap around my shoulders. I long to round a corner, dead tired and foot sore, to see a sign with my name on it urging me to go the distance.
I’m just not a runner. I don’t have the drive, the patience, the endurance.
But I am a marathon spectator.
There are few other events that I enjoy more. The pumped up, friendly atmosphere, the inspiring stories, the peppy music, the colorful race outfits, the challenge of navigating by car to the place you want to…
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