Marathon season is here. Man, it boggles my mind that people are nutty enough to suffer for over 26 miles. For fun! And maybe some sweet prizes like a t-shirt, too!
Anyways, there are people like me who enjoy a marathon in theory until their toes touch the starting line. That’s when the dread sets in.
It doesn’t matter if they’re running for a good cause or because their best friend or lover roped them in. At the end of the day, unless that runner has prepared for an entire year, they’re on a one way trip to Agonyville.
Okay, so I really hate running. Sue me and my perennial right side stitch that makes my run look more like a drunk stumbling Sasquatch. I was a hit at my cross country meets.
But, this isn’t the point I’m trying to make. This is actually a friendly reminder to those who are secretly gazelles in human skin. Those of us who run like injured leprechauns only ask one thing of you: watch out for us.
Because, some of us really do want to finish that marathon. Many of us trained like absolute savages to make it to the finish line.
However, things can go wrong. Injuries happen and so does lack of enough rest. Nothing is worse than feeling great mid-run and twisting something that makes your dreams of beating your record come to a screeching halt.
To those who run marathons for the fun of it, a little encouragement for us slow folk goes a LONG way.
Honestly, that’s what I think marathons are truly about. They’re more than just a race to see who can run the fastest for the longest. It’s a bunch of people coming together for a tremendous reason.
Like what happened in a Philadelphia half-marathon that truly captures the spirit of teamwork.
And, honestly, these heroes are way more famous than who came in first and second in that race.
So, if you can spare a few encouraging words to your fellow runners, that’s awesome. To stop and help your fellow runners cross the finish line, that’s legendary.