Yesterday I attended my second Ironman to cheer on Troy, Greg and Tim while they competed in this year's event... (See Ironman2010 here). Just like last year, I came away from that experience with such a sense of pride for not only those guys, but for all of the competitors who put the training in and finish that race.
For what would Ironman be without the streets filled with words of love and encouragement? How could a runner withstand a marathon in the blistering sun after a 6-hour bike ride, if he didn’t know his family was waiting for him at the end? How do these people even find the strength to continue when their muscles are cramping and everything in their body is telling them to quit?