Sure, some might call it a “race,” a competition for a better or best time. But you’re not there to beat anybody down, you are there to lift someone else up. You are there to aim high for a personal best, but willing to throw it all away for someone else.
I can’t count the number of times I saw runners pick up others off the ground or carry them down the road, literally. That, to me, is true character and selflessness. That is love.
Think about it: you’ve trained for months, striving for your best time or best effort in this one race (for some, the only race) and you know that you can’t stop or else your muscles might seize up, causing you to nearly throw the entire race altogether. But that’s exactly what happened again and again.
The last 800 feet of the race is where you’d find runners slowing to a walk or hobble because of an injury or pure exhaustion, sometimes even coming to a complete stop or actually dropping to the pavement. What you also see is runner after runner helping and encouraging their fellow fallen athletes at great cost to their own health or personal records.
- Just a few yards away from me a man, hobbling his way through the last quarter mile, finally fell to the ground in agony clutching his legs. Three or four runners actually stopped, helped him up, and continued the last stretch with his arms around their soldiers.
- A group of six men ran their way to the finish line carrying a young woman between their arms after she was near fainting from exhaustion.
- A man finally slowed himself to a staggering walk and young man ran up from behind and offered him his arm. The older man politely waved him on, despite the young man’s persistency.
- A young woman ran down the side of the road supporting a woman looking pale and dehydrated.
These aren’t just people being nice. These are people intentionally sacrificing their goals for another’s. Many runners passed by those who were struggling. This does not make them any less of a person or any less selfless. But this is about an event, an activity, a hobby.
Running is both individual and communal. The spirit of a runner is strong and ruthless, but the community of runners together are unstoppable.
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Or maybe they’ve only seen one boob
not even a set of boobs because boobs are usually 2 different sizes
just one boob
all by its lonesome
a singular boob floating aimlessly through the void
HOW IS THERE A GIF FOR THAT