We uh, don’t live in Seattle. And we get lost easily, (the five year old is a terrible navigator. TERRIBLE!) . Basically I use our GPS like an interactive map. Look there is a big blue blob…drive towards it! Lake Washington! Score!
Lake Washington Blvd site of Mile Ten of the Seattle Marathon and on the other side of the street? Mile 16! Making it very convenient for me.
High Fives….again! Isn’t that ten?
Did you know that Marathons are 26.2 miles? Neither did he.
Here comes that one guy! Dad!
I see him!
whoops, forgot to secure the three year old, he got away from me…
Speaking of secure….
This man, was wearing a tutu….but I’m sure, anyone can run a marathon if they have a magic wand pshaw (nice shirt).
The finish line. And the space needle. This was just cruel. Because very bored boys wanted to Look! The Space Needle! Lets go there!
This was the breaking point for them.
No pictures of Scott crossing the finish line because basically I am useless at Marathons. I started crying as we came into the stadium and was unable to talk for the entire half hour we waited for our Guy to come across the line. I can’t even cheer. A mess! I think about each one of these runners, what it took for each one of them to be there, crossing that line. The hours of training, away from their families, the commitment to the goal, the obstacles over come. Whether it is there first Marathon or their 200th. It’s a powerful thing to witness, to be a part of.
It’s amazing. Watching supporters run parallel, to their Runner, screaming their heads off and the swell of the crowd. Incredible. Inspiring.
Our health, our lives, they are all gifts. Pushing yourself to the limit, physically or emotionally allows you to see your strengths and know your power.
For instance, I now know that I can get lost and found and lost again in Seattle and survive. I know that I can survive a three year old and four and a half hours of cheering. I know….that having that Man to cheer on, and those boys to wrangle, is my greatest gift. And for that I am most grateful.
You can read Scott’s very own race report here.
*500 miles-The Proclaimers
2 Comments
Beautifully written. I felt as I if I were there; the cheer of the crowds, the urge to clap, the tears prickling in my eyes, a lump in my throat and an overwhelming urge to want to be involved. Reading this actually made me want to run a marathon, or to support someone achieving something so amazing.
(If only I had the determination and drive to work at it.)
Heck, I feel overwhelmed with emotion just *reading about it*! Good job, runners and writers. Merry Christmas to the PNW folks! Love, Kate