Hello, friends! Please excuse my absence. I’ve been doing a lot of coaching during this summer/fall marathon season. I also spent the latter portion of the summer studying for and getting my real estate license. I hadn’t planned on taking such a long break from blogging, but I also hadn’t planned on delving into two really fun businesses at once this fall!
Running in the fall is a pretty fun experience, especially after spending a few months slogging in the summer heat and humidity. There are also so many fun marathons to choose from. I’ve literally had runners racing in a marathon every weekend of the month of October into November. My phone has been actively tracking everyone!
We are once again in New York City, teaching at Wollman Rink in Central Park. If you are here, please stop by and say hello!
Being in New York this past week has been incredible. We saw the Marathon Route flags going up along First Avenue, Fifth Avenue, and the Central Park Drive. We watched the finish line being set up and we saw the masses of runners flocking to the park as the week came to a close.
The subway system in NYC is far too difficult to navigate with a double running stroller, so I make the 3 mile trek to and from work each day with the girls across the city. Over the past few weekends, we’ve come to work along First Avenue where runners were getting in their last few long runs. We also go across the park where runners from around the world come to log miles. As we made these adventures over the past few weeks, we talked about long runs and marathon training. We discussed how running a marathon is never easy, regardless of how many you have under your belt.
I love these little talks with my girls. Mary is 4 and she takes in every detail and asks so many questions. Lucy is now 2 and she simply repeats whatever we have to say. The biggest take away from these talks is that we should cheer on the runners. Unprompted, Mary started shouting, “Good job, runners!” to anyone we passed. This was then followed by, “Good job, wawa!” from Lucy.
The girls helped make signs for our friends who would be running the marathon. They asked about each runner and where they were coming from and practiced cheering for each of them.
On Sunday, we stepped out of the apartment to the Mile 19 marker and found a perfect place to track our friends and cheer on everyone. The perfectly rehearsed, “Good job, runners!” and, “Good job, wawa!” were met with oohs and ahhs.
We chatted about how we were waiting for our friends at one of the hardest places in the race. Somewhere between mile 18 and mile 23, the excitement of the race ends and the panic starts to hit. Fuel supplies run low, and the reality of the amount of time you have been on your feet, and the amount of time you have left, starts to settle in. Being able to be on the flip side, and cheer for someone who might be struggling, is pretty magical.
After we had found the last of our runners, we headed home for naps. I asked the girls if they had fun cheering and Mary said, “Yes, mom. That’s what we do for people at races. That is what races are all about.”
The final part of that comment made me smile, inside and out. That is what races are all about. They aren’t about winning or losing. They are about achievements and accomplishments. Races are about disappointments and setbacks. They are injuries and comebacks. At the end of the day, they are about running with thousands of other people, sharing in the same great moment, together. We do it, cheering each other along, because that is what races are all about.
What do races mean to you?