A Room with a 'Crew'
I’m broken and beaten as I stumble through the woods. Every step feels like a tremendous effort. I catch a diffused glow shining meekly through the dense trees at the bottom of a hill. I run towards the light and reach a small shelter isolated off the path of the forest. After succumbing to my desperation for water and food, I nearly collapse to my knees.
A devoted group of individuals rushes to my aid. They feed me, help me change my clothes, and analyze my race plan before sending me on my way. I leave feeling renewed and that the impossible is now within my reach. Travelling far away from their friends and family, they have committed solely to me and accomplishing my dreams. They monitor my needs and run side-by-side as they pace me through the darkness that accompanies the night. They are my trail angels. They are the reasons I finish. They are my crew.