My sister ran the Philadelphia half marathon today. We went to cheer her on and I saw this flood of people who had clearly dedicated the past few months of their lives to training for the race. The marathoners and half-marathoners all ran together, and it was hard to figure out who was who so I avoided saying things like "almost there!"
What amazed me most was the variety of people who were there. I saw a 90 year old man just bopping along like no big deal. A horde of children running and laughing and just having a great old time. Groups of girl friends in matching gear, chatting their way through miles 8 and 9. Skinny people. Fat people. Fit people who made it look easy. People who looked like they could drop dead.
I felt proud of all of them, for committing to it and trying and accomplishing something so challenging. Then I went to brunch and took a nap and felt a little guilty about how lazy and unproductive and un-fit and non-goal oriented I can be. But good for them!
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