I saw this on Phil's blog and though I'd put it here. This is at the end of the race just before the finish line. Mind you, this is Phil's 3rd time across the line. He crossed himself first, then ran back and crossed it with his nephew. Then he changed to street clothes, drove to McDonald's and breakfasted, returned to the park, read the newspaper and the book of John, witnessed to two people, called his wife and talked at length with his daughter, checked his watch, changed back to his running clothes, came and found me, and ran with me across the line for his third time.