There is something powerful about the unity of man. Anyone who has ever been to a Boston Red Sox game knows what I am talking about. I had the privilege to go to a game before the Boston Marathon and I must say I have never seen a crowd go so crazy for their team. I could just feel the energy flowing in that stadium, and the players must have too because when the crowd would start going crazy big things would happen on the field. Unity of man, it is a taste of heaven and that is what the Olympics is about. This is also one reason why the marathon is such a special event. I always love to look back behind me before the start of a marathon to see the masses lining up behind me. They are all there with one mission. Sure maybe each has their own goal or motivation but we are all there to test the limits of our body over 26.2 miles…

I focused on turning my, now soggy, feet over as quick as I could. I thought about my wife and how I had a responsibility to her to do my very best. She had sacrificed so much for me. I owed it to her to pour it out over the last couple miles. I had come this far. I also, had flashbacks from “Passion of Christ,” the movie I had watched before going to bed. I pictured Christ’s tattered body carrying his cross up the mountain for me. I started pumping my arms as hard as I could and digging for everything I had…