I love to run.
I love my family.
I love Jerusalem .
And I love a strong cup of coffee.
My list is in no particular order.
Obviously.
And so it occurred to me, just minutes after I started out in the 10K portion of the Jerusalem marathon this past Friday, as I passed my husband and kids who were cheering me along the hill that is Bezalel Street , I am running. In Jerusalem . My family is with me. Does a Friday morning get better than this? Coffee would have been nice but the port-o-potties at the start line were, well, let’s just say I skipped the pre-race coffee.
Some highlights of running 10k through Jerusalem :
* Running with a unit of airforce trainees whose shirts read hashamayim hem hagvul – literally, “the heavens are the boundaries” or in the idiomatic “the sky is the limit”. They were singing Rabbi Nachman’s famous words of emunah (faith) at the top of their lungs,
כל העולם כולו גשר צר מאוד והעיקר לא לפחד כלל
* Catching a glimpse of Batman stealthily running atop the walls of the old city (yes i stopped to take this picture and no, i did not do it fast enough to catch the elusive super-hero).
* Seeing a lean black runner and mindlessly assuming he was a Kenyan who’d come to participate in the race, then noticing the tzitzit hanging from under his race shirt and realizing, “he’s one of us!”
* Finishing up the race behind THIS couple - their shirts read Faith Church Hungary and each carried a small Israeli flag as they ran.
* Receiving my complimentary Turkish coffee, prepared in a most authentic manner, post-race.
* Comparing notes with Barbara who managed to find a clean bathroom along the route of the 5K race. (That’s my daughter!)
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