I'll be honest. I had not heard of Micah True before today. I was on Twitter and saw tweets on his passing so began to read a bit about him. It's a tragic story about a great runner who never returned from a 12 mile run.
At 58, many considered Micah a legend in the distance running community. He was the subject of Christopher McDougall's best-selling book, "Born to Run," which recounted how he took up residence in the Copper Canyons of Mexico among the Tarahumara, a desert-dwelling tribe of the best ultrarunners in the world.
There's always something about ultra runners that leaves you in awe. I mean these are people who do something that most seasoned and dedicated runners wouldn't attempt to do. They run ultra marathons. But, what I like about Micah's story is not so much his accomplishments, but how he inspired. A lot of commentary I've read on articles and blogs talk of a normal guy who had a passion for running. That's it. He loved to run ... a lot. And it inspired those around him. He wasn't the fastest or perhaps the most famous. He - like so many runners - didn't do it for either. He was just a regular guy who liked to do extraordinary things. It's that simple.
A great message here.