10k in 48, HOORAY!
Hooray again I’ve never ran passed the Causeway so fast. I pushed for that last bend to the end remembering what the little girl signed said. “Dig Deeper”, because it was just a Seinfeld episode and a have ago we were all clustered on the street at the start gate with bright eyes and springy shoes. Whether it was dropping the gear at the tents or a last minute bladder drain everybody was feeling fit and everything they were doing had a spring to it. Then it kicks off, we begin to move slowly like a herd at a cattle drive. Feeling Billy Crystal is gonna pop up behind me on his noble stead saying Moo Cow! Moo Cow!.
But seriously what is this? Its 8 in the morning on a Sunday and I’m already a mile deep. But its not just me, this mass amount of people get together every year on this day and run 10k. Its wild! Trying to utilize the weirdness of running down these main streets through red and green lights. “Should I act like a car on low gas and just give ‘er” because about 3 km in, you start thinking about the last cigarette you every smoked. But if the fireman with full gear on isn’t stopping then neither am I.
Hitting the water edge with the hill ahead we were a variegated school of fish swimming as one. Possibly what it might have looked like when Moses lead his people with pride and determination out of bondage. If Nike or Reebok where around in those times. Now the moment of hydration with arms extended the water station is a scene of crushed cups and the chaos of changing your rhythm. The climb rose and the Indian drums pound a peppy beat that could be categorized if there was something out there called Tribal Pop. Its spirited and then I see it, “1 mile left”. The sexiest sign I would see all day.
Congrats to all the runners who attempt marathons of any distance.
Fun Word: Variegated
Anything that is vari colored and diversified in its awesome natural state