Dear Random Spectator,
Thank you for your cheers, signs, costumes, and cow bells. Thank you for uncurling your hand from your warm mug of coffee for a much-appreciated high-five. Thank you for bringing your kids so that they may be bit by the racing bug one day. Most importantly, thank you for your time.
You have helped me through some tough miles, and I am grateful for it. Your presence holds me accountable to the task at hand, and I dare not quit with so many eyes on the “worst parade ever”.