As I arrived in Indianapolis yesterday to begin race weekend for the 102nd Running of the Indianapolis 500, a childhood memory came back to me and its meaning suddenly multiplied.
I remembered how I used to check out every Indianapolis 500-related book from my elementary school library, clamoring to find out all I could about Indy car racing’s crown jewel event after learning this type of racing even existed when it returned to Detroit’s Belle Isle in 2007.
Now, there were only three such books in this library, but I read them over and over and over.
About 10 years on, I’m hours away from experiencing the glory of the Indy 500 for my first time in person.
There’s no moral to this story about hard work and dedication to reach a goal or anything like that. I’m just incredibly grateful that what I’m going to experience tomorrow is a “stop” on my path. Somehow, I always knew I’d get to the race featured in those books.