The 2004 Martian Marathon was better than expected.
One week before the race, my sister died ending her 7 month battle with cancer. One month before she died, she wrote me a letter that said, "When you get to Boston look for an orange monarch butterfly. I'll be the the wind underneath your wings and when you get to the finish line, I'll tell the other butterflies that's my kid brother."
My sister had more faith than me. This was my 9th attempt at qualifying for Boston. It wasn't an easy course, but I wasn't going to let leg pain stop me. I took all of my anger out on the course and thanks to sis I finally qualified.
The weather was perfect on race day. Following the race, I brought a butterfly that sticks in the ground to my sister's gravesite. The butterfly had wings that would spin when the wind blows, however there wasn't any wind that day. As I walked away from my sister's grave, I heard a fluttering sound. When I turned around, the wings were going around at about 100 rpms.
I accomplished my goal and my sister was watching.