I actually started crying, while driving in my car slowly past these people who had almost accomplished a huge task. Running 26 miles. I later found out they started in the canyon at 3:30 in the morning and had been running since. It was an inspirational moment for me. I was so proud of those people and wanted to be like them. Halfway down I saw a woman with a medal around her neck come running up to one of the still running runners and gave her a huge hug and they both continued on towards the finish line. It was a touching, "you had to be there" moment.
These people made my day, by doing something that I can't even fathom doing for a very long time. There were young and old. Large and small. Tall and short. All different kinds of people doing the exact same thing and showing the pureness of human endurance. I loved it and I got my cry. Happy tears though ( did ya read that erin and liesl...happy tears. Me crying happy tears...never thought I'd see that happen. )