Blind Courage

The mini has come and gone for another year and although some are glad its over I look back with admiration of the spectacle with an uncomfortable anxiety as I await the arrival of the great month of May next year. The mini marathon is undoubtedly a bittersweet undertaking however I always enjoy even the bitterest of moments out around the 11 mile marker just counting steps until I finally reach the finish. Some of the best moments I had this year actually occurred after I had finished the race. As I walked around awaiting the arrival of my first year runner sister I saw something that amazed me. A blind man, led by a friend with a tether finished his first mini marathon. Now, how this blind man decided that running was the sport for him I don't know; but although he may unfortunately be the punchline for many jokes (especially those with friends who finished after him), his dedication and resilience not only amazed me but also made me realize how truly lucky I am.