I'm still unwinding from running the Marine Corps Marathon last weekend. I'm not sure what was the most moving part for me, the sheer energy expended over those 26 miles, the beauty of the race course, the magnificence of the weather, the amazing people, the historic, meaningful sights, or the pleasure of sharing it all with Wendy. I guess all of that together is what made it such an intense experience.
While I was running, I occupied myself with reading the messages people had on the back of their running shirts. Here are some of the memorable ones:
Earned, never given . . . Pain is weakness leaving the body. (I lost a lot of weakness.) . . . My father is a Marine and my hero . . . That's not sweat, it's fat cells crying . . . The older I get, the faster I was . . . Tuck ferrorism . . . Pass me, I'm tired . . . Lose is a four letter word . . . If I fall, drag me across the finish line . . . Who fartlekked? . . . Your feet hurt because you've been kicking ass for miles . . . Yes, you can . . . Got marrow? . . . Where is the beer stop? . . . Land of the free because of the brave . . . Live, dream, succeed . . . Pain is temporary but pride is forever . . .
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