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February 19, 2001

Dateline: Austin, Texas

With Antarctica less than a week behind me (see the full report here), I took off for Texas for the Motorola Austin Marathon. The plan was to take it easy, hang at the Expo, speak at the Pasta dinner, run some along the river path, and make it to the finish line sometime Sunday morning to watch. HAH!

I arrived Friday in time to help with the first of three Runner's World pace team clinics, found out I could still get a race number if I wanted, found out there were people expecting me to lead the 5 hour pace group, and discovered that I REALLY wanted to get back into the action. Lucky for me, Cathy Myers (a friend with whom I had split the pacing at Country Music 2000) was also in Austin and was willing to help with pacing. So....

Sunday morning I lined up holding the 5-hour pace sign. Two weeks after running the "on deck" marathon in Antarctica I was chugging along the streets of Austin. Another stroke of luck...the group of people running with me in Austin was about the most enthusiastic bunch I ‘d ever led. With their help, we got to the half marathon point (and Cathy) in 2 hours, 28 minutes. It felt good to run.

Later I waited near the finish line to see them cross. Many of the group came in earlier than 5 hours... all looking great. Cathy arrived right on time with a couple of people in tow. One young man, a first time marathoner, had run next to me during the first half. He was running strong at the end, but there was emotion building. You could see it in his eyes.

I ran the last few hundred yards with him.  When we crossed the finish line, the young man just exploded. He began to cry, almost wail. I threw my arms around him, hugged him, stroked the back of his neck, tried to comfort him, and encouraged him to feel the emotions as deeply as he could. After a few minutes, he calmed down, walked through the chute, got his medal, and disappeared.

He'll be the meaning of the weekend for me. I've no idea why finishing the marathon moved him so much. I've no idea what crossing that line released in him. It doesn't matter. It also doesn't matter that it took him almost 5 hours to feel it. It was real, it was his. He earned it.

Not to get off on a rant but...there are runners closer to the front who don't "get" that part of marathoning. It's a powerful emotional experience, in addition to a physical accomplishment, for many of us. The time it takes us to experience those emotions is our business. And no one has the right to deny us the chance to find those feelings.

On to Ft. Worth and the Cowtown Marathon this week.

Takin' it to the streets...



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Every successful mile releases me from the demons of failure. Every starting line is another chance to prove that my past will not determine my future.



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