There's nothing quite like being immersed in the energy of a 26.2 mile marathon. Last year I experienced it by helicopter, this year at the finish line. Both are "things you should do before you die."
Writings from last year...
As we sailed north I saw various recognizable landmarks and then noticed the marathon in full force. The pace car, the first of the runners, police escorts, more runners, wheel chair participants moving alongside those on foot. Glancing further north I saw the highway. The road well traveled by car was now filled with runners. It was awe-inspiring; thousands of people running together with one purpose.
Alongside the road were cheerleaders – the support crew – cheering the runners on as they passed, holding out water, being there to catch the fallen runner. Emergency and first aid officials ready to do their job.
And this year I stood on the ground mesmerized by the vast emotions of those around me. Marathon participants filled with joy and pain. Family members waiting in eager anticipation. I struggled to stay composed and do my job.
I was wet and chilled from the rain and wind, but warmed by the inspiration of the show before me, the will to finish the race.
I expect I will not ever have a desire to run a 26.2 mile marathon. But I will always have a desire to be a part of one. These are memories that will not soon fade.
