Finishing (or Starting?) Strong

The starting line at the Borgess Run for the Health of It is also the finish line. At the blast of an air horn, a record crowd of more than 1,300 runners—myself and younger sister included—began a 13.1 mile journey around Kalamazoo. It was my sister’s first half marathon, and in typical elder sibling fashion, I double-dog-dared her to sign up, but then provided the much-needed moral support to help her prepare for the big race.

My sister was quick to point out a tangible energy at the Borgess Run that is unlike most races. And she’s right. While it boasts some impressive athletes and course records, there’s a welcoming atmosphere for both the seasoned and first-time runner. Maybe it’s the camaraderie developed during the Borgess Run Camp. Or maybe it’s Gazelle Sports’ Chris Crowell cheering through the speakers. Either way, the buzz of positivity combined with sunshine and a light breeze made it one of the most enjoyable race-days I could remember.

What I forgot about an hour into the run was that my sister holds several track and cross-country records at Kalamazoo Central High School—and the heart and endurance required to make those records never really fades. By mile 12, my younger sister, now several steps ahead, was reaching back to pull me toward the finish. In one race, our roles as sisters reversed. Despite years of bossiness and badgering toward my sister, she was willing to embrace the role of encourager when I needed it most.

Surrounded by an electric crowd, the two of us crossed the tape hand in hand. While my sister was ecstatic to have completed her first half marathon, I was pretty much just happy to have her as a sister….and as a best friend. The finish line at the Borgess Run for the Health of It is also the starting line.