Here is Kit ready to board the bus to go out 26.2 miles to the start of the Boston Marathon in Hopkinton. Happy . . . smiling and off to a GREAT first half at 2:28.
Then his gas gave out and we (me plus four faithful friends who brought lunch and helped me watch) saw him at mile 21 walking up Heartbreak Hill(s). So BEAT! I made my way through the barricade and gave him a big hug, a bottle of water and got him to chew on a shot block. We waved him on . . .
. . .only to find out when I met him after the race — that maybe a mile or so after we saw him he fell. . . he says a barricade fell as he leaned on it. He was in a medical tent for 15 minutes while they checked his vitals and then when he promised to walk they let him go back on the course. Being Kit all he could tell me was HOW NICE EVERYONE WAS!!!! I asked if he told them he was 81? He had. Because biased as I am I don’t think he LOOKS 81.
So, I did manage to see him a second time JUST before he turned the corner on to Boylston St. and the finish line. It isn’t a good shot because I spent most of my time YELLING KIT KIT KIT. . . and waving my hat! He is FOCUSED. As he told me, “THERE WAS NO WAY I WASN’T GOING TO FINISH! And he did in 6:08.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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