I was 11 years old.
There a few days I remember really well from my youth, I remember the day John Lennon was shot that same year. I remember sitting on the kitchen floor and looking at the newspaper after it was delivered. Back in those days we used to get the paper around dinner time. I remember when we heard on the radio that Gilles Villeneuve, a French Canadian formula 1 racing driver, died during the qualification for the Belgium Grand Prix. The four of us were in the car on our way to the mall and my dad burned a red light when they announced that there had been a terrible accident in Zolder.
And then April 12 1980.
That is the day the great and brave Terry Fox started his MARATHON OF HOPE in St-John, Newfoundland, Canada.
I admired him so much as a young girl. He was the first person I witnessed doing something GREAT. Something EXTRAORDINARY. I would read every article in the paper about him. I wanted to go meet him on the road when he pass through Quebec (sadly Quebec was NOT a highlight on his journey across the country) but my parents said no because I had school.
As an adult and now as an adult who runs I admire him even more.
Sometimes when I read blog and people ask who is your running idol or hero. Lot's of gals say Joan Benoit Samuelson or other Olympians some say Dean Karnazes. For me there is only one and it is Terry Fox. Back home he is a National Hero.
April 12 , 1980, he started his journey across my beautiful country.
On September 1st Cancer put an end to his Marathon of Hope.
June 28, 1981, Terry Fox passed away, exactly 1 month before turning 23 years old.
I remember watching his funeral on TV. I was heartbroken.
Last Saturday, as I cussed, running up that nasty hill in Hollywood, I thought about him.
Here is a video from ESPN about his story.
April 12, 2012 I got 5 miles on the program.
5 miles for you Terry Fox!