Wow. Wow Wow! There are some truly amazing runners out there:
Sandy is in full taper mode for a her big marathon.
John just blew a 1/2 marathon out of the water.
Laura confirmed her status as a true Marathon Maniac.
The Lam(inator) logged a 20 miler in preparation for the NYC marathon.
And today, locally, I cheered for 2 hours at the Portland Marathon. I had originally planned on running the PDX marathon many months ago, back before my mysterious oblique injury, and I was sad that I couldn’t participate. So I won’t run it, I said to myself, I guess I’ll just have to cheer instead. So at 6:30 this morning I rolled out of bed, grabbed an umbrella and did my part as a spectator-cheerleader. I thought it might be difficult, you know, to watch a race I was supposed to run. I thought I might feel uncharitable, jealous and envious. But it turns out I wasn’t. I felt proud and happy and inspired. There are SO many amazing runners. The packleaders inspired me with their running form and quick pace. The middlepackers astounded me. I had no clue there were so many women running at a 3:15 pace (!!). And the walk-joggers humbled me. They looked to be having the most fun of all – I have never seen so many smiles during a race as I did when the 4:30 group sailed past me. I cheered for them all. I whooped. I hollared. I yelled and clapped like a madwoman because I know just important it is.
Then I returned home and promptly signed up for a 1/2 marathon next Sunday. I may be happy as a cheerleader, but I’m happiest when I get to pin a number on my shirt, toe up on the starting line and give it all I have.