Tuesday, November 4 th , 2008 will be an historic day in politics for everyone, including me. But the gravity of yesterday's election results will pale in comparison to what I experienced with a small group of runners in New York City.I'll start off by saying that I can't possibly put the experience into words. But I'll immediately follow that up by saying "I'll try." Tuesday, November 4 th , 2008 will be an historic day in politics for everyone, including me. But the gravity of yesterday's election results will pale in comparison to what I experienced with a small group of runners in New York City.
We began assembling shortly before 2:00pm at the corner of Riverside Drive and 165th St. , just south of the George Washington Bridge on New York 's Manhattan Island . As we started to recognize and realize that we were all there for the same purpose, introductions were called for, and before we knew it, a cohesiveness had formed.
What was this common purpose, you ask?
Answer: We were all there to run with Marshall – Marshall Ulrich, that is. Marsh (as his friends call him) was approaching the G.W. Bridge, we were told, and was now only about 15 miles from the completion of a 52-day epic journey, running across the country. When Marshall reached our location, we would form his human motorcade, shepherding him through the streets of New York as he got closer and closer to his nirvana – the conclusion of his run in City Hall Park, all the way downtown.
There were nine runners in all, following Marshall like mice trailing behind the Pied Piper.
There was Melissa from Edgewater , NJ , our connection to the NEHST film crew (making the movie called "Running America"), from whom we got updates as Marshall neared our location.
Camille, the tall, 14-year old aspiring actress, whose Screentest.biz profile had tipped her off to this run.
Ira, the CIO for the United Way wearing his "Live United" shirt, and talking with conviction yet compassion about his politics.
Jose, the ultra runner, whose warm enthusiasm for life and running touched us all.
Sam, the ever-so-friendly guy who flew in from Miami for this historic run, and who was clearly smelling the roses every step of the way.
Theresa, the singer and fashion industry girl, originally from an upstate city so small that she thought no one would have heard of it (but to her delight, someone had!).
Irene, a true gamer, who despite not having run very long before this day, decided she would make it all the way to City Hall tonight, even if she needed a little help from the NYC subway system.
And yours truly, the spiritual leader, and a gamer just like all the rest of them, ready to see Marshall across the finish line 11 miles south, despite having run the NY City Marathon only two days prior.
Together as we were for over two hours awaiting Marshall 's arrival, we quickly became "family." And for over two more hours running alongside him, Marshall became like family, too. He graced us with his friendliness and humility. He talked admiringly of the effort that it must have taken Frank Giannino to make the same crossing in only 46 days in 1980. And he told us of his gratefulness for being able to put one foot in front of the other, week after week, day after day. He was a true gentleman.
We watched Marshall run, and we marveled. At times, it appeared that his legs were stronger and fresher than any of ours as he set what seemed like a sub 10-minute pace. The only thing that slowed Marshall from his appointment with destiny at City Hall were the traffic lights and pedestrians along the way. He followed the film crew van with a natural ease as we shimmied down Broadway, through Midtown, Soho, then Chinatown , and suddenly only blocks away from history.
The scene at the steps of City Hall was one for the ages. There was much rejoicing. Marshall ran solo with his wife Heather and loyal friend Mark for the last 100 yards or so. Upon reaching the park gates, he was greeted by his hero Frank Giannino, and by his friend and constant supporter Betsy Magee. We milled around with all the support team and well-wishers for what seemed like forever. Nobody wanted to leave. But in the end, when we left City Hall Park, we didn't really leave at all. For the memories of this evening will remain with us forever and ever. For two hours, we were with Marshall , yet also with each other.
The night was short, but the bonds will last a lifetime and more……
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