Aside from the beautiful, sunny morning, perhaps the first race was responsible for putting everyone in a benevolent mindset. Consequently, as we passed or ran along side the hundreds of runners — of all ages, shapes and sizes — the predominant thought was “Good for you” rather than “Get the Hades out of my way.”
One mother was overheard warning her seven year old son at the start of the 5K run, “Stay with me or you’ll get trampled like last year.”
To achieve the primary objective of getting from the Starting Line to the Finish Line, one had to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Some ran all the way. Some alternated between running and walking, while the rest walked as fast as their legs would allow.
Along the route, the runners were serenaded by several musicians of varying talents, but the beat managed to perk up the spirits as did the signs, such as: “This is the worst parade I ever saw” or “Stop reading the signs and keep on running.”
Perhaps seasoned runners had no problem, but for the novices one of the challenges was to run, grab a cup of water or Gatorade and drink without spilling the stuff all over your nice clean T-shirts. Some managed quite well, while others just stopped, tossed back the drink, then continued running.
Ours was a three generation event: the matriarch, the daughter and the granddaughters. It was fun and it seems we have added another tradition for our family to enjoy. My challenge for the next race is to match or beat the 35 minute effort set by the eldest granddaughter.
Yours truly was sixth in my age group (the decrepit and ancient category), and my makeup was only slightly smudged.
Elizabeth is a freelance writer and author. Website: www.elizabethcowan.com. Check out her new novel, “The Dionysus Connection,” on Amazon.com.