As we hugged each other in a sweaty embrace, Tina fought back tears and offered me some watermelon. I told her it wasn't for me, it was for her. My indomitable wife had just run 26.2 miles to finish her first marathon.
As a runner, I am often reminded of the generosity and compassion of strangers. But, this past weekend, I experienced it firsthand. Thousands of voices called out encouragement, their presence a testament of their love for another, their smiling faces a reminder that the pain of running is temporary...
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