...deciding it's worth it to finish what you started.
We stayed to watch the guys run last night after Vannah was finished and there was one kid who just ran the whole thing amazingly well....I think he was probably running with the top 5 guys the whole time....up until about 100 feet from the finish line. We were there with our little team of cheerleaders and you could see something change in his face and then he couldn't get his footing and couldn't make his legs move one in front of the other. He fell and he stumbled toward the finish line....his super fast pace became a slow crawl for that short distance. I don't know the rules about jumping in to help someone like that, but I was completely filled with that desire. His coach was right there talking him through each slow and painful step as a few other runners passed him.
Obviously, he didn't end up placing where he would have hoped, but his determination to cross the finish line became a totally different type of inspiration.
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