I had an epiphany yesterday, regarding Back on My Feet‘s ultramarathon.
My brother’s been extremely helpful with the ultra, eliminating my concerns with parking and driving home afterwards (I doubt I’ll be in any condition to drive, after all). He, together with my fiance and some old teammates, plan on standing on the sidelines and offering whatever help is needed. They also want to jump in as pacers at the end of the race, to keep me focused and motivated.
Their support– which is by no means limited to this weekend– enables me to do great things. Without my pit crew, I wouldn’t have the focus I’ll need to complete a 50-miler.
I understand just how lucky I am. After all, there are many people in our world who never had such an amazing support system– Among them, the urban homeless represented by Back on My Feet. These are men and women who can achieve great things, if they just have the support.
Tomorrow, we will be their support. The relay teams, the joggers and ultramarathoners. The volunteers, whose sacrifices utterly dwarf mine. That was my realization.
My race is just one tiny struggle in a world of struggles. By perservering, I am joining, supporting, and being supported by our common humanity.Share on Facebook