Red, white, and blue spandex

This Sunday I participated in the Wounded Warrior 10k and Half Marathon. I finished the 10k (6 miles) in just under an hour. In that hour all you can really do is think, observe, and be in pain. Luckily 2 of these benefit my blogging. Being the Wounded Warrior Project's race, there were patriots all over the place! It was enough to make you tear up as people were running with shirts on that said "I'm running for my son." and everyone who ran by her would say- "Tell your son thank you." A group of grandma's sported pink camo in honor of the troops. One couple ran the whole race each carrying the end of an American flag. Military men and women ran with huge backpacks on...which I can assume were not filled with cotton balls or feathers. Red, white, and blue spandex, sweat bands, and even hair could be seen amongst the crowd. It was very encouraging from a runner's standpoint as well as an American. It was harder to stop and walk when I see the guys running with the backpacks. It was harder to walk when I saw a Dad trudging along with his daughters name written on his calves. It was hard not to feel a sense of camaraderie with complete strangers running right beside you. We were there for a common cause- to run and to support our troops.