I remember feeling a little disappointed.
I’d imagined finishing beside Daniel, laughing about how tired we were and taking photographs with our medals.
But once the race began, I focused on keeping a steady pace.
The first few kilometers were comfortable.
By the middle, my legs were starting to feel heavy.
Near the final stretch, I could hear the finish-line music and the cheers of spectators.
I pushed myself harder.
And when I finally crossed the finish line, I felt wonderful.
Exhausted.
Sweaty.
Proud.
A volunteer placed a medal around my neck.
I took a photograph and stood near the finish area, catching my breath.
For several minutes, I enjoyed the feeling of having accomplished something I’d worked toward for weeks.
Then I happened to look toward a group of runners approaching the finish arch.
And I saw Daniel.
At first, I thought I was mistaken.
He was wearing a blue running shirt I’d never seen before.
