Watching the New York Marathon³

During the New York Marathon, I was crossing the street around the six-mile mark. All of a sudden somebody grabbed me and embraced me.

It was an older gentleman from Hawaii who had run one of our races. He said, “My wife and I are your great admirers. We ran your 24-hour race, and tomorrow we shall come to your concert at Lincoln Center.”

He was wearing all kinds of plants and leaves around himself and a Hawaiian skirt. It was his costume for the New York Marathon.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 18, Agni Press, 1996
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