Then we’d slowly move forward a little bit morE.įinally, she was the 11 runner left in sight. We would move forward a little bit, then stop and wait for her to 10 some distancE. Her legs were so crippled and 8 that it seemed impossible for her to be able to walk, let alone run a marathon.ĭoug and I watched in 9 as she slowly moved forwarD. Her feet were turned in, yet her left knee was turned out. We knew we were already watching our “last runner”.
It was then that my 7 were drawn to the woman in blue silk running shorts and a baggy white T - shirt. “ Let’s 5 hope all the runners are fast ! ”he laugheD.Īs they began to pace themselves, the front runners started to 6. “We’re supposed to stay behind the 4 runner, so take it slowly, ”I said to the driver, Doug, as we began to creep forwarD.
I REMEMBER WHEN I REMEMBER WHEN I LOST MY MIND DRIVER
The driver and I were in an air - conditioned ambulance behind approximately one hundred athletes 3 to hear the sharp crack of the starting gun. My job was to 1 behind the runners in an ambulance 2 any of them ended medical attention. The annual marathon in my town usually occurred during a heat wavE. Then I realize how easy the task before me really is. When I think things are too difficult or too time - consuming, I get those “I - just - can’t - do - it”, I think of the last runner. For her, it wasn’t about 19 the other runners or winning a trophy（奖品）, it was about finishing what she had set out to do, no matter 20. I do not 18 this woman’s name, but that day she became a part of my life - a part I often depend on. 17 slowly crossed through, leaving both ends of the paper fluttering behind her. He was 16 one end of a ribbon of crepe paper tied to a post. 15, standing straight and ever so proud waited a man. When the 13 line came into sight, trash（垃圾）lay everywhere and the 14 crowds had long gone homE. Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the edge of my seat and watched with awe, amazement and even reverence（敬意）as she 12 forward with sheer determination through the last miles. Finally, she was the 11 runner left in sight. Then we’d slowly move forward a little bit morE. Doug and I watched in 9 as she slowly moved forwarD.
Her legs were so crippled and 8 that it seemed impossible for her to be able to walk, let alone run a marathon. “Doug, look !” We knew we were already watching our “last runner”. As they began to pace themselves, the front runners started to 6. “ Let’s 5 hope all the runners are fast ! ”he laugheD. “We’re supposed to stay behind the 4 runner, so take it slowly, ”I said to the driver, Doug, as we began to creep forwarD.
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