This is the 3rd time I've gone to see a marathon, and like the other two times, it totally chokes me up. I can barely talk and this confuses me. I never have a hard time talking. Talking is something I have a hard time not doing...much to my continuing chagrin. And the chagrin of others. But when I see those runners beating the street, something in me is utterly moved to the point of tears. But I feel like a ninny so I have to struggle to gain my composure...I kind of smack myself upside my head and holler at myself in my mind like a drill sergeant. "It's not a symphony or a beautiful sunset, soldier! You don't even know these people! Buck up!" After a few minutes of this kind of internal dialogue, I usually pull it together.
At last the runners started to reach us we cheered and clapped. There may come a time in some distant future, or in another life perhaps, when I could run six miles and still have some juice left in me. But for now I am plodding along like a good little maggot, doing my 30 minutes slower than an arthritic sloth. I probably cover a grand total of 8.35912 yards during my 30 minutes of plodding, and I feel like I should make a tee shirt that says "Hey, at least I'm out here!" because I'm embarrassingly slow. But I'm trying. And seeing all those people in the marathon is quite the inspiring sight.
After cheering him on at the 6 mile mark, we jumped in the car and headed towards the finish line, via The Donut Shop.
Now I should pause here and say that despite my fondness for donuts, I almost never get them. Not even twice a year. In fact, the only time I recall having donuts in the past few years is a few times when traveling. I used to be a major Krispy Kreme fan, till I had my first GALL STONE ATTACK while snarfing some "hot ones" at the restaurant late one night with my friend America. Nothing quite like a major internal organ in excruciating pain of unknown origin to put the kibosh on donut gluttony.
Anyway, after getting the donuts, we busted a move over to the finish line where we rendezvous'd with Gramma & Grampa. It was Doc's personal best time, he did it in less than 1:50 which is boggling to a mind like mine, and considering that he had a major blister and also that it's just his second big race, he was extraordinary. His final time put him in the top 15% out of the 13K people who ran today. Amazing! I'm very proud of him! Way to go Doc! You're my fitness hero!
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4 comments:
Boy, was that a fun, busy morning!
I'm always amazed by people willing and stubborn enough to reach such a level of fitness!
I think the only thing that would've been cooler would be to see him with his Dr. McDreamy hair running in slow motion. Yummy.
After taking 3:44:24 to cross the finish line for the 1/2 I admire Doc that much more for his ability.
I think next year it will be fairly easy to better my time.... I may even jog/run half or more of it. I'm gonna be a good maggot and find a jogging buddy soon... any takers?
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