Sunday, November 13, 2005

Someone's Arms

Ironman triathletes often are joined by their spouse, kids, parents, siblings, significant other, or friends when running the last 50 yards down the finishing chute and across the line. It's a way of sharing an emotional moment with those who helped you get there.

What's even more tear-jerking to me, though, is the person waiting beyond the finish line who becomes so overjoyed that he or she swallows that racer into a two-armed, relief-laden embrace.

If, at the end of your day, trip, project, performance, or finish line, there is someone waiting for you with nervous arms eager to wrap you up and squeeze the breath out of you because you are safe and because he or she is proud of what you have accomplished, then count your blessings man. Count your blessings.