I try my best most days to get it right. To somehow with my reporting to capture the distinct mood and perhaps, dare I say it, consciousness of each day. Things can, and often do, change rapidly. As an early morning person as well I generally only get to observe a very unique and tiny portion of a much much longer day.
The threads of these 10 lives will spin countless stories and experiences, right up until midnight, and really until they all can drift off into a brief slumber.
I also attempt to tell all of their stories as best I can. It isn’t easy but when compared to what they are doing I really haven’t much to complain about. It is easy to tell most mornings who just really wants to talk, and who hasn’t woken up yet, or maybe simply just wants to be left in their own private world. This isn’t reality tv, exploitation of their lives is not the story I am interested in. What they are accomplishing as seeker athletes however is. There are many shades and textures to each of their experiences here in this very visible bubble. My job is to locate the glowing available fragments that are inspiring to all who identify with what is happening here and are profoundly moved by it.
Occasionally I just get it wrong. Perhaps intrude on a divine moment, that prior to my question, was blissfully silent. Also simply start to bump into the runner’s experiences when they simply want to hold on to them in their own hearts and not necessarily share it with the world. There are also simply moments when a runner is enjoying the moment and not really thinking at all about what is happening in and around them. They may have done so out of pure bliss or as a survival mechanism to shut down all unnecessary mental chatter and simply make it around the course.
This morning Surasa was my well intentioned subject. I have a deep respect for how well she is doing and in fact her long and distinguished career as a multi day athlete. We talked at length but clearly she might have preferred the tranquility of a rare quiet Sunday morning in Queens alone. I asked her a difficult question, and could clearly see she that she was struggling with giving me back an answer. I asked her what she felt her strongest qualities were, that helped her run here. “Not to think too much. I am just running running,” was her reply. “You are living from one break to the other. If you can do it, I think it is the best way. Not to think how many days more.” For her at that moment, the next break was almost 4 hours away.
Fortunately I came back several hours later. When I returned she was just coming through the camp with one of her helpers, Vasavi. She became very excited when she saw that I had come back, and with real joy and intensity she told me that she now had the real answer to my question. Clearly she had been pondering it for a while and in the process her deep and heartfelt love of the race was stirred up to the fore. Her answer, “it is all grace.” As concise and as all embracing an answer as anyone could reveal who is trying to conquer the impossible. Using only the strength and vision of the one who set the goal for them in the first place.