The last 200 yards. Legs tired. Feet aching. Mind numb. Breaths are coming hard. Focus.
Then suddenly, your kids run out of the crowd and jog along side you, excited in your accomplishment. This is the part of the race that always brings a roaring cheer out of the crowd.
I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to show this picture before I get back to the daily New Orleans photos.
This is just one of those memorable times when you suddenly realize what the human spirit is all about. It's the kids' time to cheer on the parents, to lighten dad's load for once. These kids were elated, bubbling with intensity. All the long hours that Dad had put in were coming to fruition. They had been urging him on for weeks and their efforts paid off. They were proud for their father.
I was just shooting a few practice shots, so that when my son, Charlie, passed by I was all set to shoot. Then, these kinds of moments began happening one after the other. Amazing.
Charlie was participating in this triathlon in Washington, D.C. this past weekend. It was an event for the Lymphoma and Leukemia Society.