The Insanity Of The Marathon

I’ve never run a marathon. My body isn’t built for jogging. Yet every year, millions lace up for the thrill of it—the test, the crowd, the shared pulse of movement.

Each Thanksgiving weekend, the Royal Victoria Marathon transforms the city. For forty-five years, it’s drawn thousands—fifteen thousand this year alone. The anticipation hums through the streets, the air charged with energy. Even without running, I can feel it.

Last Sunday, I walked my dog as the runners gathered downtown. From blocks away, their collective heartbeat synced with my own and reverberated through my body.  The energy was electric—fifteen thousand people focused on the start line.

That feeling stayed with me all morning.
I experienced how energy is contagious. Each of us carries a vibration that ripples outward. Alone, it’s subtle. Together, it’s a wave.

Our energy shapes the spaces we inhabit, be it with family, friends, or simply walking down the street. Others feel it, even when we don’t speak. When we show up tense, that tension spreads. When we show up open and excited, others rise to meet it.

I’ve learned that my energy field is not just personal; it’s relational. The world mirrors what I project. So it’s worth asking: what am I sending out today? What frequency am I adding to the mix?