There were thousands of peole cheering for me.... it was unbelievable

Well, sort of, at least in my mind. As I finished the second to last leg of my 50 mile race last Saturday, I found myself enshrouded by Quaking Aspen and Oak Willows. As I sprinted (at least it seemed like a sprint after 45 miles)a mild breeze shook the trees leaves and for a moment I thought that I heard thousands of people cheering for me, it was kind of a fun moment. I almost stopped to bow and blow kisses to my cheering fans, but I opted to save myself from an embarrassing moment if by chance another racer stumbled upon me; which would have been partly okay, considering I was probably a little bit delirious. I realize I didn't place in the top twenty in this race, but I was so happy that I could push myself to such limits and through such pain and trial. It didn't matter if there were thousands of raging fans cheering me through my last few miles or if there were thousands of tree leaves shaking from a natural breeze, either way I finished the race and I look forward to the next challenges and opportunities in my life.