Every now and then I hear a story that makes me smile. Most of these stories are running-centric, as that's most of the news I read. Last Saturday's race generated a few such stories.
First I saw this story, which made me tear up. How lucky that the runner in green, Michael Stefanon, appeared as the runner in yellow, Ryan Gregg, collapsed. And how selfless to continue to support him across the finish line after race volunteers stepped in to help. While a large part of racing is personal, focusing on negative splits or PRs, this is a reminder that there are other people on the course and at times we need to put our personal goals aside to help someone else. Runner's World posted a follow-up story on Tuesday interviewing the two runners, which only heightened my respect for Stefanon.
The second story is nowhere near as moving, but is more personal. Somewhere in the post-race shuffle of changing in to dry clothes and finding her parents, a friend of mine lost her keys, ID, and credit card. A few days later, she received all of her lost items in the mail. Someone had found them and used the address from her driver's license to mail them to her. How great is that?
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