In honor of the annual Fort4Fitness races held in my city (a 4 mile, a 10K and a half-marathon, which take place simultaneously), I’m reblogging what I wrote the first time I watched the runners from the corner near our house:
“I really wasn’t prepared.
Five thousand people were prepared for this event, to some extent. Obviously their preparations had varied. Some were taking it all in stride, others were in pain. Some seemed shocked, others stoic. Some kept an even pace and others limped along.
But I was unprepared. I didn’t have to do anything. The half-marathon route included a section which went right down the cross street which is two houses from my front door. All I had to do was walk to the corner and clap. There were others there on the opposite corner. They cheered and shouted encouragement. But at first I only clapped.
Because I was unprepared.