There is a 52 year old man who coaches cross country and teaches high school geography. A husband. A father. And an avid runner. 3 days ago he went for his morning run and he hasn’t been seen since. He’s known as “The Whitby Jogger”.
I don’t know who this man is. And to my knowledge we’ve never crossed paths. But like no other news item before I find myself combing the headlines and following his story with ardent interest. I pray for his safety and his return to his loved ones.
As runners there is a kindred spirit that unites us all.
When the tragedy in Boston occurred almost 1 year ago it left us all bereaved.
Running is a sport that is about the ultimate in health and fitness. It is about transcending our limitations and seeing how these efforts help us to face down any challenge we may encounter both within and outside of running. So when one amongst us is stricken, fallen, vulnerable, we all feel it as if that runner is our very own blood.
There is a rapport among the running community. We get each other. We respect one another. And we applaud each other on training runs and races alike because we appreciate what we all go through to arrive not only at the finish line but at the start line as well.
Like getting up before our loved ones and going for a run in conditions that are less than ideal. As the gentleman in question, the 52 year old husband and father of 2 did on Monday morning.
His disappearance could’ve been my own disappearance or the disappearance of someone near and dear to me.
I pray that he is safe. I pray that his family stays strong. And I pray for the happiest of endings to this story.