tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574040324787873672024-03-13T11:15:50.588-07:00They're Cheering for YouRunning Freehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099893065770884214noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457404032478787367.post-76413667485268724742011-04-26T06:38:00.000-07:002011-04-26T06:42:29.550-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The most extrordinary reason to race was given to me by ordinary runners. He was in his midst forties and had only been running for a few years. He worked hard and raised a family. He had done all the things he thought he should do.<br />
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We were running together at midpoint of a large marathon. The day was beautifulthe crowds were terrrific. At evrey turn, people were lined up to show their support and give the runners encouragment.<br />
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I looked over in the race only to see this man had tears running down his face. My first thought was that he had injured himself. I could almost feel his dissappointment as I moved closer to him.<br />
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"Whats wrong?" I asked."Are you hurt?" "No," he replied softly, "I'm not hurt." "Then why the tears I asked?" "Because I just realized that throughout my entire life no one has ever cheered for me before." Soon I was crying with him.-Excerpt from The Courage to Start</div>Running Freehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099893065770884214noreply@blogger.com0