Street lights reflected off traffic cones marking separate lanes for elite runners.
The leader emerged from the mist – silent footfalls levitating body over pavement. Leading by thirty seconds after three and half miles, he seemed weightless and ethereal.
Then the crowd; three, ten, thirty, clumps, a hundred -- a “shimmy line” of thousands, still silent, but for sponge on pavement. Spandex, nylon; sweat, and jaws set -- eyes seeking mile markers, water stations.
In Athens , the lone runner did not enjoy a special lane, a water station, a standby physician or crowds of cheering supporters. Thirteen thousand teammates were not yet part of the Olympic effort required to convey Victory at Marathon .
This week inFort Lauderdale , the Greatness at Dawn was over in six hours, but each runner can rightfully claim personal victory.
Public sector demagogues and private sector greed cannot rob these competitors who ran in comparative silence and earned our respect. Such personal greatness in private people will be needed in the coming time of our public decline.
This week in
Public sector demagogues and private sector greed cannot rob these competitors who ran in comparative silence and earned our respect. Such personal greatness in private people will be needed in the coming time of our public decline.