Last night I was reading some other folks' race reports about the Vermont City Marathon and I learned that there were only 2400 finishers out of 3600 marathoners. I don't know how many "DNF's" there are in a typical marathon, but 1/3 of the field seems crazy to me. I read many reports of runners dropping out at the half way point, or even at mile 20, which was just more validation about how hard the conditions were. The humidity was especially hard on anyone with asthmatic symptoms. I felt really bad for those runners who did not make it to the finish line, but as they all said, it's more about the journey of the training and doing what is necessary for your body in order to be able to make it to the next race.
Here are a few images of marathon weekend:
|With Christine at the finish. How kind of the marathon committee to give out medals that matched our outfits.|
Whenever I run a race, I always get really emotional when little kids are on the course with "Go Mommy!" signs. Especially when the kids get really excited to see their mommy coming, and then start to cry when she keeps on going. "Mommy!? WAIT!!" Obviously I didn't have my kids on the course this year, but this was waiting for me when I got home.
Last September, I asked my Creative Writing class to post a goal up on the wall of my classroom that they would like to meet by the end of the school year. This was mine that I've been looking at since the fall. Check.
This is Bart Yasso's book that I bought at the Expo on Saturday after I heard his excellent talk. I've read a few chapters of it, and it's a very good read.
And his words of wisdom:
In case you don't already know this, running has taken me far already. It has taken me to San Francisco, New Hampshire, Utah, Massachusetts, and Vermont, to the prettiest parts of Maine, and on virtually every road in the towns near where I live. It has given me camaraderie and perspective and humility and confidence. I still find crossing a finish line with cowbells ringing all around me to be one of the greatest joys in life. I see no end in sight to my humble little running life.