I suppose everyone was.
I hate to admit it, but i'd forgotten about those guys down there. What was it... 67 days?
The flawless rescue is an amazing feat. But the fact that 33 guys survived for 67 days, half a mile below what most of us consider the bottom of things, surrounded by rock, and dark, and hot, and dank... Un-effen-believable.
And as if that wasn't enough, when they come out, they look... great! They're smiling, high-fiving. The second guy even brought up a bag of rocks from the mine to hand out as mementos for the rescuers.
The human spirit... remarkable.
But you know, it can go either way. Who would have been surprised if those guys had turned on each other, or worse, lost hope and just withered away down there.
But they didn't. Know what they did do?
They ran.
"Ha!", he said, with just a touch of righteous indignation in his voice, and a twinkle of pride in his eyes.
They ran to stay in shape. They ran to stay sane. They ran to remind themselves that they were still alive.
Just like the rest of us.
I hope they keep running.
If you still haven't bored down and rescued the runner, buried, forgotten, deep down inside of you, take a cue from these good men... and go for a run, but do it outside, and enjoy the view.
Good running,
Doug
Numbers: 1.4 miles, a rest-mile day. Running on trails covered with fresh coat of leaves is pretty difficult. Doing it in the dark, even harder. Glad I took the dog with me. She led the way.
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