to cheer on other runners and walkers. i love cheering and watching people’s faces light up when they see the finish line. i get choked up every time.
i thought of a picture i’d seen recently of a woman struggling to finish a race, and a policeman coming alongside her to walk with her and make sure she got through it safely.
and it clicked. being last is an honor. and everyone waits for me because i matter as much as the person who finished first.
the little band of people at the finish line jumping up and down, cheering for me when i came around the corner, brought me to tears. they 