10/23/2026
I had no idea before the Columbus Marathon that patients from Nationwide Children’s Hospital would be stationed along the course as Marathon Mile Champions.
The first one brought me to tears almost immediately. She was a very young child, bundled up in a wheelchair so she could be outside in the 37-degree weather. I ran through her balloon arch, high-fived her foam hand and felt a wave of emotion I wasn’t expecting.
As the race continued, I met more of the children at their miles.
Late in the race, a sign introduced me to a boy named Quentin. He looked close to my daughter’s age, and the sign said he loved camping and hiking with his family. When I reached him, I gave him a huge smile and high-fived his foam hand.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t have said anything without crying.
For those moments, all the pace calculations and concerns about how many miles remained disappeared. These children and their families had come out in the cold to encourage us. I felt overwhelmed by the privilege of receiving that encouragement from them.
I expected the race to be emotional because I was trying to qualify for Boston and because my family was there. I wasn’t prepared for how deeply the Mile Champions would affect me.
When I talk about the race now, this is still the part that makes me cry.