Sunday, November 15, 2009

Marathons

This weekend, I drove down to Richmond to watch my sister run a marathon. It's the second marathon I've watched in the past two years. However this time, I was no longer a "rookie" spectator.

To begin, a LOT of people run marathons. A lot means thousands. If there was ever a time to feel a ridiculous amount of self pity over my lack of athleticism, marathons provide me with that sense of self-worthlessness. However, in the grand scheme of things, how many people do you know who run twenty-six miles for fun? I can only think of two.

My brother-in-law and I spent the morning together after my sister crossed the starting line. We walked a great deal. First, we hurried to the nearest diner to get breakfast, which ended up being cold - almost as cold as the temperature outside. Personally, I didn't sign up to deal with any type of discomfort and was a bit disappointed overall.

After breakfast, we had a long haul - five blocks total - until we could see my sister at the sixteen-mile marker. Luckily, there was a Starbucks across the street and the coffee we acquired warmed us from the chilly weather. We then spent an exhausting hour cheering on the runners and giving them encouragement as they passed by. Some of them were rude enough to wear iPods and earphones, and couldn't hear our encouraging words, but overall I think we really did some good.

I ran into my former assistant principal while cheering. Turns out he runs marathons for fun too. I suspect it might be an effort to escape high school students. Go figure.

Finally, we saw my sister, who smiled and waved as I jogged along side her to get a picture. I fell behind in less than thirty seconds, however, and was only able to get a picture of the other spectators. Can't complain, though, cause I gave it my best.

I think my favorite runner was an elderly man wearing a pink fairy outfit. He also held a magic wand. What surprised me most was that they let him cross the finish line. Using magic to cheat is not cool.

Overall, it was an exciting day. At lunch time I was starving, and ate like I'd just run a marathon.

Spectating is a tiring event.


Beth - 1
Runners - 1
Man in the pink fairy outfit - 2