It has been a week for inspiration. Not me necessarily doing the inspiring, but being inspired.
My sister finished the Marine Corp marathon in Washington, D.C. in a personal best time. She was amazed and inspired by the people running who had lost loved ones to war, and cancer. People who were physically challenged, running the race of their lives. I am amazed and inspired by her.
My incredible neighbor ran the Cape Cod marathon. I hope she doesn’t mind me referencing her here. (I guess if she does I’ll hear about it, no?) Besides I won’t name names. Deanna.
I may have a rival in the accident-prone, weird-luck category. Knocking my tooth out with a car door and hitting myself in the head with a can of ham almost doesn’t come close to breaking one’s arm the day before a triathalon, and then swallowing a bee during your first marathon.
But in spite of getting stung by a bee (on her tongue no less), she persevered and finished the race.
Wow. All I can say is “wow”.
I am inspired. I was so motivated by their incredible feats that I went to the Y last night at 8:30 and swam 1000 yards at a time when I am normally snoring on the couch.
Let’s see how long that lasts.