So...I've been to a few marathons in my life. I'll never forget the first one, Ogden. It blew me away. I had a really hard time fighting back the emotions and tears that hit me as I watched people cross that finish line. People of all shapes and sizes, struggling, perservering. Watching the few people that gave every last bit that they had and falling short 300 yards. It's amazing. But, over the last couple of years, I have become somewhat immune...or maybe just better able to suppress the tears, I'm not sure which one.
I realized Saturday morning, as I was running around getting the 4 girls ready to go, that this could be the big day for Jason. But in the hustle and the bustle I didn't give it much thought. So I wasn't prepared for what happened when I got his "half text time." I was pulling out of the driveway when my phone trilled and I looked down to see his time. He was doing sooo well! I instantly teared up. So we stopped the van and said a prayer for our daddy and then began the treck to meet him. At mile 18 he looked so good (this is where the top picture was taken). He blew the girls kisses and flew on by.
We saw him again at mile 24, and he was tired and wearing down, but still smiling and his time still looked good. So we walked to finish line and waited. This had to be the longest wait ever! I just kept watching the clock and saying, "Come on Jason, come on." When he finally made it down the home-stretch I yelled my guts out for him to sprint. But he had nothing left to give. He looked at me and smiled and simply kept going...
We found him after the race. I was ecstatic about his time. 3:00:38. I cried for him. It's amazing to see people reach their goals... Way to go Jason. You deserve it. Thanks for letting us be there to share your triumphant moment.