I had the good fortune of running the Terry Fox run in Victoria last year. It was a pretty amazing run - lots of school kids, a cloudy cool ocean front route out and back from Beacon Hill Park, some eccentric Victoriates. I was the last runner on the route before it closed down and an endearing acoustic memory was the Police officer (driving behind me and in front of a column of anxious motoriata) on his loudspeaker cheering me on. Before the run, at the opening ceremony, we reminded ourselves of Terry's example. He continues to mean so much to so many people. In my difficult quest to find people to truly look up to, he stands with very very few others. I bought a Terry Fox tshirt and hoodie the other day. I have come a long way in my running since last September, but nowhere as far as Terry went. I hope to run my first half marathon in April and I think I might just wear my Terry Fox tshirt to keep me going.