We went to the summer Olympics in Atlanta; talk about a crowd.
One of the highlights of my life was watching the marithon(sp?). It went out roughly 13 miles, up one block and then back 13 miles. We have friends with friends who had an apartment 2 blocks from the 3rd and 23rd mile mark. We saw the runners at the 3, and these long distance runners were moving faster than I can sprint. It was amazing. Then we walked back for breakfast and then to the 23rd to see them again. The police came up and stopped the cross traffic like it was a parade, a few minutes later the winning runner showed up followed by a couple of others, and then the pack, and then a couple of stragglers. The croud yelled and cheered for all of them. They were still running as fast as they were at the 3. It was amazing. Then they were gone, but the police did not move. So we stuck around. About 10 minutes later (This is the cool part) a lone Olympian runner apears. He is so far behind the others he can't even see them. And the crowd erupts!!! They cheer louder for this guy who's comming in dead last, but won't quit, than they did for the winners. He had the heart of Olympic Gold, even if he did not have the body. I'm tearing up just thinking of it. That's what the Olympics is about.
My hat's off to all the Olympians; they have worked harder and sacraficed more than most of us will ever know.