People cheered wildly. There were hundreds of uniformed Greek soldiers in the gleaming marble stands. We started the lap around the track toward the finish line. John and I dropped back so that we could see the three remaining women in our group finish together ahead of us. John grabbed my hand, we ran our Olympic lap together, I cried right through the biggest smile I've ever felt on my face, and then it was over with a kiss and a hug.
Nothing is more humbling than the reality of the marathon.
If I can't find the truth in 26.2 miles, I have lost it forever.