Running a marathon can seem like a lonely and singular pursuit. It can seem like once a runner gets on that 42-kilometre stretch of pavement they are on their own, left alone with their thoughts, and their heavy breath and the pain in their joints.
There can be encouragement from the sidelines, celebrations at the finish line. But the running is lonesome, the successes fiercely personal. The failures heavy on their shoulders alone.
We are seeing more these days that this is not the case.
Following the bombing at the Boston Marathon, hearts were filled by stories of those who ran to help. That is a story of tragedy on a massive scale, and it speaks as much to the resiliency of a community as it does a runner’s journey.
But in Toronto on Sunday, there was more proof, direct and personal, that a runner does not face the road alone. They are not alone when they fall.
Emma van Nostrand, an 18-year-old from Cape Breton, N.S., collapsed a few kilometers short of the finish line of Toronto'sRead More »from Cape Breton teen Emma van Nostrand dies after Toronto marathon collapse