Message in a Bottle

One of the nice details of the Paris Marathon is that your forename gets printed on your race bib. That way hundreds of adoring fans can scream your name as you rush past….in your dreams. 

Well, as I arrived at the finish, a gentleman name Jean pulled up next to me and started up a conversation. He was as fresh and bright as a mountain spring. He was 75 years of age, loved marathon running and hoped to make it to the New York marathon in November. A real character and a very engaging personality. He was clearly as excited at the prospect of running in New York as he was to have finished Paris in four hours. 

Encounters with people like Jean make the whole enterprise of running a big race an especial joy. 

I don’t know whether  you’ll ever read this, Jean,  but I’ll be thinking of you in November and during every big race I run until I’m 75. 

Posted by Xavier


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