Standing

We might sometimes feel like a candle in a hurricane, a picture with a broken frame, at the edge of a canyon with only one way down, alone and helpless like we lost our fight, we get mad, we get strong, we might bend, till we break cause it's all we can take, wipe our hands, shake it off, then we stand. For many of us we know the small towns, the streets lined with thousands upon thousands of  humanity cheering and extinguishing any thoughts in our mind except awe. Running Boston is the epic road race, as Western States100 is the ultra classic. All runners are related, our family, our  One. We all go through our hoods, trails and acknowledge our likeness, makes no difference. Life is always a danger, it is what we do. There are always risks in anything, the unknown. Nothing will ever stop us, we will go on. It will make no sense, but if we were to die it would be doing what is very dear to us. It would be said " they were doing what they loved", it was so for Rick I believe. We have no control over our end, but know it will come. If all we were was a body then so it is, but the spirit of running is beyond anything you or I can ever imagine, it drives us mile after mile. For no other reason, on and on runners pursue the journey, the starting line, and sometimes we finish the race. We will run the race and gain the finishers reward!