Some thoughts on Peter Wingfield and the NYC Marathon

I know folks probably think I'm going to post on my experiences with the Peter Wingfield Fan Club, Peter Wingfield and fangirly stuff, and I will later on, but after the amazing weekend in New York, what has left me truly awed is the absolute wonder I felt in watching the marathon itself. I cheered the runners from two points along the route. First at the 7 mile point and finally at the end of the route. The courage and determination in the face of each and every runner was beyond anything I could imagine. And the sheer number of runners was mind-boggling. Over 43,000 runners from all over the world, each one with his or her own motivation and goal for being there.

This morning at the airport there were runners and their family and friends everywhere I looked. Some wearing the marathon shirts, some still proudly wearing their medals. I got into a conversation with a young woman from South Carolina. When I mentioned that I had been at the marathon to cheer on a friend, she said that they all really appreciate it. She said that it makes a difference, really helps motivate to continue on when the spectators along the route cheer them on and clang the cow bells and call out their names. So hats off to the marathoners and to one runner in particular.



Really will write up my account of the weekend later.