One of my favorite things about racing is the little kids along the course who hold their hands out for high-fives. Lots of racers run right past them. I did once, at the end of my third race — I honestly didn’t see them, I was so focused on getting over the finish line. I felt terrible afterwards when I saw the photos of me running past with those kids’ arms eagerly outstretched.
I hope I never become too competitive to take the time to thank those kids, slap their palms and give them a smile of appreciation. Because I swear I get a jolt of their youthful energy every time I make contact. They super-charge me.
I’ve been hemming and hawing about what training races to sign up for in preparation for my two half marathons. I’m officially registered for the Rock n Roll Brooklyn 10k in October and I have my eyes on one 10k in England the last weekend of September, a 5k in Vermont in two weeks and a 5k trail run in October (in which I hope not to get lost like I did in my trial run last week). Frankly, 5ks are too short a distance for my training schedule in the next three weeks. I want to do the one in Vermont for fun, then I’ll go do the rest of my distance for the day after the race.
I’ve come up with a great solution to my racing-jonesing: I’ve volunteered to help with a local 5k on Saturday morning. It benefits retired race horses, and I’m hoping to convince my recently widowed step-mother-in-law (who is a horsewoman) to join me. Another bonus to this particular race is that my personal trainer is signed up to compete. I’ll get to cheer her on.
Plus, there is a fun run for kids before the adult event. I really hope I’ll be able to high five some of the youngsters participating.