On Sunday, October 30th, I ran the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, DC.
Call it a “runner’s high,” or chalk it up to trying to distract myself from my painful feet, but I spent much of those five-plus hours in deep philosophical thought. I thought about the courage of our military, as I studied the faces and dates of too-short lives emblazoned on the backs of so many runners. I thought about the dedication of the spectators, who not only waited for several chilly hours to catch a 10-second view of their runner, but also propelled 19,999 other runners to the finish with their motivating and humorous signs. My favorite: “26.2 miles? Because 26.3 would just be crazy!!” Read more