I suppose that every runner runs alone. Though surrounded by others, still there is a race to run and there is nothing but ... this.
This morning, when I went to watch my older son compete in the shot put segment of a track competition, there was only one young woman to run the 5,000 meter (3.1 miles) event. By the time she finished, there was a lot of applause, not just from fellow Williams College chums, but from the entire indoor arena.
It took courage to go alone, even if the sport was essentially a lone sport. It was determined. And it was a pleasure to see another human being take up a gauntlet despite all the usual social needs and graces.
It was one of those things that made me happy to belong to the human race.