Last weekend Victoria held a marathon along the ocean and throughout the city. About 3 years ago I got into a “running kick”, if you will, and I would run for about an hour everyday. I got really slim and super buff but quit that lifestyle shortly after I moved to Canterbury and stopped caring.
People who run marathons kind of make me uneasy. Only because they are like animals. Actually, no. I take that back. No self-respecting animal would run 26.2 miles for fun.
When the race started to wind down, Paul and I decided go on a walk to the water. We saw some stragglers who had just given up on not only the race, but on life. Most of them had stopped running and there were a select few that were hunched over as if they were trekking through the Mojave.
Paul took pleasure in the fact that the people who were in last place (and the people who shouldn’t have been there in general) were dressed in the most expensive and elite running gear. Like, really? Did you need to buy all of that for your first (and worst) race ever? It just shows you that buying the gear doesn’t make you a better athlete. It just makes me smile even more when you are in last place. Only because I know you tried so hard and failed so brutally.
I can relate though…I like buying the gear, but I don’t actually go through with the working out part. That’s what separates me from the rest.
Also, our favorite racer, was a woman who was talking on her cell phone and trying to speed walk at the same time. “Oh hey! No, I’m not busy! I’m just running a marathon!”