:: Thoughts ::
It was an honor supporting Without Regrets in Austin. This organization “provides gravely ill parents and their minor children with memorable family experiences. This special time together creates memories that will last forever.” Members of their organization, alongside volunteers, participated in the 10 mile journey. Sprinkled along the route were 20 bands set up on stages to give them a boost. Everyone ran and walked at their own pace. Words of encouragement were overheard between participants, and cheers rang through the humid air that morning from supporters on the sidelines.
This delicate yet powerful image is one of my favorites from the marathon. A young boy stood on the side of the road–his hand held out for anyone willing to accept his high-five. Many runners were tired at this point, or just focused on the road. The few who did reach out to accept his kind gesture did so with an open hand. But there was something about runner 1463. He was running in the middle of the road…his fatigue could be felt by anyone who simply glanced at him. But when he saw this young boy with his out-stretched hand, he slowly curved his way over to him, and reached out for a fist-pump. As I realized what he was doing, I quickly positioned myself to catch it. I thought I missed it…but when I checked my screen as soon as he had passed, this is what I saw…
Without Regrets :
Austin 10/20 :
Until next time,