Cathy ran her third marathon and Rebecca ran her first partial marathon yesterday, in the rainy morning with temps in the 40s.
I biked over to the lake to see the runners. I love them, running 26.2 miles through the weather. It's one of those pointless, adorable things people do only because they want to, for the fun and/or the achievement of the thing--like going to the moon or decorating sugar cookies. They're downright heroic, testifying to some of the best of being human.
A lot of the rush of watching the run, however, comes from the enthusiastic supporters. It's almost palpable, the good will and encouragement the onlookers pump out. Maura told me one reason she ran the marathon five years ago was she wanted to be on the receiving end of that.
Here comes Cathy.
And there she goes.