If you’re watching baseball, (here in Michigan we’re genetically Tigers fans) you’ve watched Verlander routinely throw a baseball over 100 miles/hour. We see others in our generation like Phelps, winning more Olympic medals than anyone else. Bolt running faster than any man in history. They’re supermen.
Then there’s the rest of us. Ordinary people. Wearing jerseys with someone else’s name on them or shirts from colleges we never attended, just to share in a part of the glory of the teams and athletes we watch from the stands.
We’re ordinary athletes.
We have ordinary kids.
We do ordinary stuff.
Come out on Saturday at 1:30, and watch the kids at the Kids Marathon as the blast out of the starting line to run the last 1.2 miles of their 26.2 mile journey. Right then, every one of those kids is Superman!
Then on Sunday morning, and throughout the day on Sunday, watch as runners finish a journey of 13.1 or 26.2 miles. Feel the emotions and witness the life changing moments as they cross the finish line.
There’s nothing ordinary about that!
In a world with more than 7 BILLION people, the proportion of people who have EVER run a marathon would be considered a rounding error if you worked for the government.
YOU ARE SUPERMAN. YOU ARE AWESOME.
Look in the mirror. Remind yourself. Ordinary? I don’t think so!
(Now if we could convince someone to give us a multi-million dollar contract to do this stuff. Hmmm….)