If you know me you know I have had some problems with legs cramps around mile 12/13 in races. The last race I did in St. Louis at mile 12 I cramped up so bad I almost fell. A lady in the crowd jumped in the race and helped me finish..
Last weekend that moment came full circle. The boys and I always help out at a triathalon we run a water stop. I call it giving back to the running community. So at our stop a man came through who was limping. He was walking. He said he was OK. But you could tell he was limping. I ran behind him and again asked him if he was OK. He said he fell off the bike and was hurt. He had been crying. I told him I was going to walk with him to the finish. He really didn't say no. I told him my story about the last race and the leg cramps. We walked on. Him limping me.. trying to cheer him up. He was from Chicago he only does one race a year.It was about a mile to the finish there we walked. Two random strangers.. talking away. He said he would try again next year. I was the perfect person to be there.. In that moment. We came upon the finish line and there was his wife and sons. We hugged and I walked back he walked on.. Full circle..
