I spectated my first race earlier this morning. I’m not going to lie: I thought I was going to hate it and that I’d be wayyy jealous that I wasn’t running, etc.
SOOOOOOOOOOOO not the case. I had a blast. I mean, I even woke up EARLIER than my alarm because I was so excited. To cheer the people I knew running the half (which, by the way, it turned out that I knew way more than I thought) and my friend who was running the full (who ran a 3:05 on his FIRST marathon. Holler). And perfect strangers, because that’s what the vast majority of the racers were to me.
I had spent the early part of Saturday night creating a poster to hold up and cheer everyone one. After extensive googling I made one that said “Because 26.3 would be crazy”.
Then around midnight, and maybe aided by some adult beverages, genius struck. I give you MM’s amazing sign:
I’m 99.4564564% sure that the racers loved it. Most of them anyway. One guy did tell me that “Charlie Sheen is a f$%^ing liar”. But this was with about 1.5 miles left. So he was probably in pain. I told him he was awesome anyway.
All the other runners responded positively though. Some other comments I got?
- I’ve got the tiger blood in me / Adonis DNA
- Winning. DUH.
- I am a winner! (which got a “hell yes you are!” from me.)
- I read your blog (which girl if you are reading this then HOLLER! And if you’re in the PVD area let me know because I am dying for more running — aka any — buddies)
- Bring me a challenge.
- Awesome poster girl / Best poster out here.
- This is just what I needed to see, thanks!
I felt weird that people were almost cheering me on. Of course I had some good things other than the usual “Awesome job” and “Keep going” — both of which I did say. But since I was out there for almost 4.5 hours I needed to bring a bit more to the table (I actually was practically bounding out of my bed this morning and did not mind the fact that, as a spectator, I was freezing my ass off for the entire time).
- Enjoy the ride bro. You are winning!
- Your success rate is 100%. Do the math.
- You’ve been given magic. You’ve been given gold.
Can you tell that my fit of genius last night was more than a mere moment? My friends and I — who were not getting up early to cheer with me — kind of, well, ran with the theme. At first I was a bit shy to be all shouting and yelling (I was at the 1.5 mile mark which was also the 11.5/24.5 mile mark) but runners are such an awesome bunch.
I also loved giving people high fives. A couple other spectators told me that they loved my enthusiasm and one even snapped a picture of my sign for future use. Not bad for someone who really didn’t know many people out there.
On a less happy note, I thought that spectating the race would stoke a racing fire. Get me pumped to sign up for a race. Well it didn’t.
I mean, it did pain me a bit to see everyone out there butttttt I was quite content to go back to my apartment and go out for my own run. On my own terms. My runs the past few days have been great (perfect weather!) and slowly but surely getting faster but with the same effort level. And no pain.
It’ll come back though. This I know. Running itself is still fun and hopefully, once my friend recovers and his excitement over the race rubs off on me, training for a race will happen. I already have some tentative ones picked out. But, and I sent this video to him, I have no real desire to have any of these thoughts.
Hope y’all had a great weekend! I can’t believe that it’s already month 5 of the year. Crazy.