Someone asked me if running for such long distances is boring. Quite the opposite for me. If I'm running within my "sweet spot" and not dealing with any major nagging pain for some reason or another, my internal world becomes rather entertaining. So, I thought I might leave you with a few highlights of my running adventure. While I can't say in actuality they are all true, they are all true.
- We were told that the reason we run is to remember. "We will remember!" they declared over the loud speaker only moments before the gun sounded. I wasn't quite so sure why they felt they needed to reiterate this. It was 45 degrees, winds around 16 miles per hour with a barrage of steady rain throughout the entirety of the race day course. Who wasn't going to remember this day???
- Amongst the onslaught of many race course supporters, I slapped the hand of an oversized wiener. Mostly I found it rather interesting that wieners in fact have hands.
- At one point, the course went right by a McDonald's. Just before I passed by, a fellow runner seemed to be rejoining the race with a burger in hand! I was impressed he had the wherewithal to carry money with him. I can only imagine the "cookies" on the ground not too far down the course were his from the "tossing."
- At mile 7, I paused briefly in the middle of race course to dance it out to Glee's version of Katy Perry's Firework. An old man standing by the sideline with his dog asked me for my number. I haven't heard from him. I haven't given up hope though. He's probably going with the "wait three days" rule.
- Somewhere around mile 10, as I passed a guy who was slowing down in front, I said, "Come on! You're gonna let a girl pass you?!?"
- Just following previous, I shoved another person who had just merged right in front of me out of my way shouting, "No one's gonna take my FREEEEDOM!!"
- As I neared the finish line, I broke into a Phoebe run just as I crossed over the finish line to commemorate the little girl in me who grew up believing she would never run. If you actually make it through the 27,000 pictures online and find me in this very pose, I will personally make you a cake. Or a rib dinner. Your call.
See, who says running is not a blast?!?
