Yesterday, I managed to complete my second Half Marathon and surprised myself with an under 2hours 30 mins finish. I did this with 10,000 other runners and then watched the full Marathon race with another 6000 runners.
My teary moment happened when I watched a good parkrun friend and neighbour complete her first marathon in 5 hours 30 minutes - but she did it pushing her best friend (who has Motor Neurone disease MND) in a wheelchair . When they entered the final finish chute , she stopped running, helped him out of the wheelchair and they both walked the final distance across the blue carpet to the finish line hand in hand. Before this, I had witnessed the two lead runners - racing side by side to the finish in a near record 2hours 8 minutes, and also the slower runners, some of who collapsed in the final moments, only to be assisted to cross the line - and the SCREAMS of support given to ALL the runners regardless of how slowly they did it.
But my tears were not just for my friend with her friend - they were for me !. Because here I was , 3 short years after starting C25K at age 67, mixing with these wonderful new friends /runners , most of whom I have never met and never will, enjoying life and living it as fully as possible.