With all of the running, training and racing I’ve been doing, it’s nice to take a break every now and again. Although this weekend saw our half marathon clinic run its last long run of 20km with lots of extra people out for a tune-up run hosted by a local running series, it also saw a few of our clinic members running a half marathon on the Toronto Island.
So instead of lacing up my shoes and toeing the start line, I took out my sharpie, grabbed a bristol board, made two signs to take with me plus my thundersticks, hopped on a ferry and cheered on my fellow coach and our participants who were running the 13 mile event.
I have to say, it was sooo much fun! As a
pathetic jogger runner, it’s so rare that we get to have REAL crowd support out to cheer us on THROUGHOUT a race, especially a half marathon. We’re out there for a good one and a half to two and a half hours, more than most of our loved ones can handle. Plus, they can start at the ass crack of dawn creating surly and unlovable creatures where our beloved family and friends stood. I’m not saying they can’t appreciate it – no, no – but I get the brand of crazy.
So I was that brand of crazy for a good hour.
I positioned myself at a point where I saw them cross back and forth about three times and cheered on every runner that blew on by me, whether I knew them or not. I clapped those stupid sticks together, hooted, squealed and annoyed every spectator sitting next to me. I waved my two signs (one personalized for Sam, as you can see) and got waves, smiles, thumbs ups and thank yous. I shouted way to go, good job, looking good, awesome work, but never you’re almost there, don’t give up, just a few more km and the other things I HATE hearing on the course.
And I may have checked the time on my blackberry and tweeted a few times, as was captured above, because I was so proud of the ladies running AND I wanted to check if they were on pace for personal bests.
Which they were. And I was amazed. And even teary eyed.
Yes. Me. I do not always have a heart of stone, you know. I’m actually a big softy, again demonstrated by the picture above with the rolls (I KID, people. I know I’m leaning over. It’s all good!!!!).
It was honestly an amazing morning.
I may have to give up this running gig and become an athletic supporter permanently