This past Sunday was the ING Marathon in New York City. It is always held the first weekend in November and people come from all over the world to cross the finish line in Central Park. I have always thought that running a marathon is an amazing feat, but not one I am interested in attempting. I'm not a runner.However, nothing makes me want to run a marathon like watching a marathon.
Every year on marathon day we walk to Central Park after church. It is incredibly inspiring to watch these individuals tackle this huge challenge: young, old, big, small, wheelchairs, prosthetic legs. You see it all! I always end up clapping through my tears as I think about the great personal goal they are accomplishing.
For some runners it is their first marathon and others have run many. I don't know how they do it when they get to the tough spots, or what motivates them to keep going, but some how they push on. Maybe it's the people standing on the sidelines shouting their names, the bands playing every couple of miles, or seeing their name on a poster. Maybe it is thinking about all of the training they have put in to get to that day and knowing they are so close (even if they still have 4 miles to go).
Watching the marathon is so inspiring to me. I don't know if it is something I could do, but I may want to try one day. Seeing that in writing scares me already. But the people out there running convince me that it can be done. I could do it if I really wanted to... I think.
2 comments:
Wow Jill, you're brave for even entertaining the idea! I was told by several doctors and physical therapists never to run again because of my knee problems. So I guess they answered that question for me. :)
I have always wanted to run one as well. Seriously! Someday if we get up the guts we should do it together!
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