Three years ago at IRONMAN Wisconsin amidst 2,400 athletes I saw one woman wearing a flower. It was red, and she was unstoppable. I chased her down the street in giddy excitement. We hugged, and I told her how special it was to see her on the course.
Yesterday, I saw dozens, worn by competitors, volunteers and spectators. I saw countless people – men and women – rocking their flowers, and it took my breath away. I hugged more strangers than I can count and celebrated defining moments for some of my dearest friends.
I was humbled, honored and proud that the message of Fellow Flowers served as inspiration for these amazing athletes.
As my friend Angie Krey and I realized amidst conversation (and weepy eyes and full hearts while watching our husbands yesterday) it is an absolute privilege to witness those you love and care about claim and celebrate their truest potential as a human being. Having a front row seat to that transformation is a happiness and joy on a whole other level. There is nothing like spectating on Ironman day – you see true grit, resolve and heart on full display and it captures you unlike anything I’ve ever felt.