Colby is busy preparing a recap of our experience watching the Boston Marathon from the top of Heartbreak Hill (preview: it was EPIC!!) and I can’t wait to read it. In the meantime, though, I wanted to put out a post about my all-time favorite team: Team Hoyt. In case you don’t know, Team Hoyt is a father-son racing team. Son Rick is a spastic quadriplegic who has cerebral palsy and uses a wheelchair. Father Dick is superman and competes in events while pushing his son in running races, cycling with him on a special tandem bike, or pulling him in a boat in swimming events. The two of them together are pure inspiration.
I’ve written about them before, and have been inspired by them for years. I was at the Boston Marathon the first year that they competed, and I was there this year, for their last. Rick plans to continue competing in the Boston Marathon, but with a different partner. Father Dick, 74 and suffering from back problems, is going to take a well-deserved rest from this event. When they passed by us at Heartbreak Hill, I had chills. And tears. And limitless respect, and an overwhelming sense of awe.
This was the 32nd Boston Marathon that Team Hoyt raced, and the 1108th athletic event that they competed in. Yes. 1108 events, including 225 triathlons, 22 duathlons and 72 marathons. They were inducted into the Ironman Hall of Fame in 2008.
If that doesn’t restore your faith in the human spirit, nothing will.
If you want to learn more about Team Hoyt, check out their website. I promise, your mind will be blown by all they have accomplished.