This past Sunday I sat at the end of the Detroit Marathon course as thousands of runners crossed the finish line after completing a 13.1- or 26.2-mile course. The runners traveled across the Ambassador Bridge into Windsor, Ontario, along the bank of the Detroit River, through the Detroit Windsor Tunnel. From there, they ran along the streets of Mexicantown before heading down East Lafayette toward Indian Village, onto Belle Isle and finally down RiverWalk on the return to downtown. As thousands of runners crossed under the arches showing their times, I was amazed by the spirit and the energy of those who participated in the marathon or came to support their loved ones. Regardless of their finishing time, every runner’s face lit up in a sense of victory as they approached the last mile.