Spirit of the Marathon 2

Did I cry? Yes. Did I laugh? Yes. Did I cheer? Yes. Was I inspired? Yes.

Was I still slightly underwhelmed? Yeah, unfortunately. 

Maybe I had built it up in my mind too much. I LOVED the first one. And there was a lot to love about this one. The grief-stricken father, the elite runner scarred by her Rwandan childhood, the cute pizzeria owner and his elderly cousin, the independent running/triathlon store owner (rocking her Brooks gear!!!) struggling to keep her business going... And, of course, beautiful Rome. 

Maybe it was the fact that the theatre was less than half full. (Why? More screens? No idea.) Or, yeah, maybe my expectations were too high. 

Still, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. And I will see #3 if they make one.