Monday, January 14, 2008
the marathon
Current mood: inspired
Yesterday when trying to get to work at EPCOT, I was hating the marathon, its runners, its planners and basically everything about it. Every path I tried to take through Disney property was blocked off by the marathon. The more I was turned away, the later I became in getting to work. I was cussing and screaming in my car, huffing and puffing and occasionally beating on the steering wheel in sheer frustration as I ran through all the possible ways to get into EPCOT.
"Dang stupid marathon! This is the most ridiculous place to have this son-of-a-biscuit event! I hate every single one of you for blocking my path!"
Somehow, I managed to get to work with time to spare, and then while walking through Future World at EPCOT I came through a backstage door near Spaceship Earth and found myself at the finish line.
Unbelievable. Simply awe-inspiring. Took my breath away.
A gospel choir robed in gold sung the runners across the 26-mile mark. Runners were holding out their arms and looking skyward. Three blonde little girls on the sidelines wearing handmade shirts bearing the words "Go Mommy Go" jumped up and down and shouted as they waited to see Mom round the corner. High-fives, hugs, laughter, cheers. A dark-haired woman near the choir held out her hand to make a connection and say congratulations to each runner she could touch. A silver-haired man jogged toward the finish line surrounded by three young men saying in unison, "Almost there, Dad. Almost there."
I stood there thankful for my sunglasses as the entire scene brought tears to my eyes. Dang stupid emotions. Hallmark commercials, sad movies and apparently marathons. Dang stupid emotions.
I was overwhelmed by… I don't know, I guess you have to witness it.
And so now… I want to be part of that. I want to do the marathon next year. No, not work on the team to plan it. No, not staff it. I want to participate in it.
Actually, I may start with the half marathon (approximately 13 miles) unless I feel good and ready for 26 miles.
It can be walked, ran, jogged… but I want to give it a try.
I know it will be h-e-double-hockey-sticks for my knees, but the exercises I've been doing lately have actually started strengthening the muscles that support my knees and perhaps if I keep it up, then things won't be so bad.
I'll need a good pair of shoes, a ponytail, a cute spandex top and a running buddy or two or three.
the marathon
Current mood: inspired
Yesterday when trying to get to work at EPCOT, I was hating the marathon, its runners, its planners and basically everything about it. Every path I tried to take through Disney property was blocked off by the marathon. The more I was turned away, the later I became in getting to work. I was cussing and screaming in my car, huffing and puffing and occasionally beating on the steering wheel in sheer frustration as I ran through all the possible ways to get into EPCOT.
"Dang stupid marathon! This is the most ridiculous place to have this son-of-a-biscuit event! I hate every single one of you for blocking my path!"
Somehow, I managed to get to work with time to spare, and then while walking through Future World at EPCOT I came through a backstage door near Spaceship Earth and found myself at the finish line.
Unbelievable. Simply awe-inspiring. Took my breath away.
A gospel choir robed in gold sung the runners across the 26-mile mark. Runners were holding out their arms and looking skyward. Three blonde little girls on the sidelines wearing handmade shirts bearing the words "Go Mommy Go" jumped up and down and shouted as they waited to see Mom round the corner. High-fives, hugs, laughter, cheers. A dark-haired woman near the choir held out her hand to make a connection and say congratulations to each runner she could touch. A silver-haired man jogged toward the finish line surrounded by three young men saying in unison, "Almost there, Dad. Almost there."
I stood there thankful for my sunglasses as the entire scene brought tears to my eyes. Dang stupid emotions. Hallmark commercials, sad movies and apparently marathons. Dang stupid emotions.
I was overwhelmed by… I don't know, I guess you have to witness it.
And so now… I want to be part of that. I want to do the marathon next year. No, not work on the team to plan it. No, not staff it. I want to participate in it.
Actually, I may start with the half marathon (approximately 13 miles) unless I feel good and ready for 26 miles.
It can be walked, ran, jogged… but I want to give it a try.
I know it will be h-e-double-hockey-sticks for my knees, but the exercises I've been doing lately have actually started strengthening the muscles that support my knees and perhaps if I keep it up, then things won't be so bad.
I'll need a good pair of shoes, a ponytail, a cute spandex top and a running buddy or two or three.
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