A week ago yesterday two cretins from Chechnya decided carry out the message of hatred and violence spewing out from the mouths of insecure people cowering behind the cloak of a perverted ideology. What was the target of these bold and tough warriors of a faith… the innocent and defenseless bystanders at the Boston Marathon who took the extra effort to go out and cheer on participants of the most revered events in the running world. I can only hope there is a special place in the afterlife reserved for the dark of heart. A place that will provide rightful punishment for a pair of cowards that took pleasure in placing and detonating a bomb next to an 8 year old. I personally extend my sympathies To all whose lives were cut short or forever altered by the actions of these terrorists. By definition terrorists derive pleasure by instilling fear in the minds of others. I imagine they achieve satisfaction by the mere thought of someone opting out of a once pleasurable event due to uncertainty and concern for danger. Needless to say this could be the case for millions of running enthusiast around the world. Is someone else going to trying something similar at another race? Do I want to put myself at risk and stand with fellow runners in the starting chutes? Will I be concentrating on picking suspicious people out along the race route instead of watching my splits? Will I be able to feel the pride of conquering a difficult race or too paralyzed at what might happen at the finish line?
The answer to these questions is quite simply: HELL NO!
Terrorists tried to take my sport from me but last night my fellow runners and I TOOK IT BACK!
Our local specialty running store – Running Central – in Peoria Heights put out the call to show our support and unity for our colleagues and the victims and families of Boston. In their honor running stores across the country were holding fund raisers and fun-runs. Running Central was offering tribute shirts with 100% of donations being forwarded to One Fund Boston, the charity endorsed by the Boston Athletic Association (and the mayor of Boston) to aid bombing victims.
The word went out to their running clientele, Facebook and local news agencies that the shirts would be available for purchase starting at 5:00pm with a fun run beginning at 5:30. Without question I was going to be there and hoped my fellow runners would be doing the same. Immediately after work Linda and I headed down there arriving just before the 5:00 hour. What I saw made me very proud to be a member of the running community.
The community had responded with a generous outpouring of support! All types had taken up the call, casual runners, distance runners, speed runners, beginners to veterans, young to old were there to show their support for Boston. By the time we made it to the area the line had nearly wrapped all the way around the courtyard. I saw the owner of the store surveying the situation and noticed he headed back into the store to pull out a couple more tables. Once placed he grabbed the microphone and greeted all the supporters thanking us for taking the time to honor the victims of Boston. He then said something that caught me by surprise – actually disappointed me at first. An apology came for not having ordered enough shirts – only 160 of them to be exact. My disappointment wasn’t that I might not get a shirt (far from it), but rather his initial assumption of a low turnout. Hopefully the turnout that night will forever change that for future events.
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There are those days that are so monotonous you wished you had never left your comfy pillow. However, there are some days that are full to the brim with bizarre events. Saturday just happened to be one of the latter. I generally do not provide a detailed blog account of my day because, quite frankly, my days are probably not that interesting (why else would I spend my time amusing myself by watching others). Since there were so many oddities I decided to break from tradition and try to run you through my interactions today.
- Eventually I shook off the sleep and checked out the weather. Once again the Globull Warmers were eating crow as the temps were in the mid 30’s forcing me to choose the treadmill to get my 6 miles run in. To keep the boredom to a minimum I decided to watch The Warrior’s Way thinking that sounded like an action packed movie that will keep my mind off the rubber belt under my feet. That movie started out interesting and then went into a complete tailspin making my run feel like navigating through molasses. If that wasn’t bad enough, about a third of the way through the run my heart took a jolt about throwing me into the wall behind the treadmill. Some dumb*ss director decided the show wasn’t complete without a $#!#%@!$% clown. A martial arts flick set in a Western setting must not of had the audience drawing power like a martial arts flick set in a Western setting with a clown! I eventually got the heart beating normal again and closed out the rest of the mileage making a mental note never to watch anything from that director again.
- With the weather as it was, there was not much I could do on the lot so decided to run some errands with Linda. First off was lunch and that ended up being Panda Express. While Linda ordered her honey walnut shrimp, I checked out the entrees and decided on one that had just been filled from the kitchen. As I walked back to the clerk she asked me if I was with Linda and then handed me a shrimp on a stick. For some reason I assumed Linda had asked her to give me sample of her selection or maybe they had too many to fit on her plate so just gave me a bonus shrimp. having deduced that, I gladly accepted the shrimp and put the whole thing in my mouth at once. Guess what? It was not what Linda ordered, but rather their new hot/spicy shrimp. In case you don’t know me very well, my body is a finely tuned ecosystem that runs on a spice scale of ketchup to mild Taco Bell sauce. Ten seconds later my mouth was on fire and unable to really answer any of the clerks food selection questions. Linda saw me in distress and I explained the situation. Her response was “Just because they hand it to you doesn’t mean you have to eat it”, causing the clerk to laugh. I think there needs to be a ruling here – I claim that if you are going to give someone a piece of food to try, you should be obligated to tell that person the spice level before handing it to him. Anybody with me on that? What if I had my gall-bladder out or not been in such peak physical condition … for the record, Linda is on the suck it up side of this debate.
- With the fire in the mouth finally contained, we headed down to Running Central to pick up another pair of running shoes. The weekly mileage is piling up as I set the groundwork for the half marathon later in the year (fingers crossed). This is definitely the most miles I’ve logged this early in the season, but I am still 5 miles from where I need to be in September – but already at Bix distance and only 2 miles from the Steamboat run in June. Two blocks from the store it literally starts to snow. Last week I was running in 85 degree heat and this week I’m out in the snow. Oddly, there was no place to park by the store so we headed around the block and parked in a community lot. After a brisk walk to the store we opened the door to a totally PACKED store. I’ve been going to this running store for years and it has never been this full of customers. I took a glance out the window at the snow and then to Linda in hopes of an explanation. My only guess is the local schools had track season starting and all the young kids in there were simply excited about getting their gear. I think one of the female clerks recognized me and detoured over from her current customer and asked if she could help me. As has been the case for the last 5 years my response was ” I need a size 10 Nimbus please” Her response was “Wow, you’re easy I’ll go look for you”. I mentioned her response to Linda as we headed to the car as a candid argument against her impression I’m full of strange quirks that puts me far from the easy category. Funny enough, she didn’t even notice the lady ask me what I needed and didn’t understand why she was telling me they were out of what I wanted. They offered to order a pair for me, but I always try them on since Asics has a tendency to tweak their Nimbus on every release and some of those are not for the better. I was really happy with the service and that is definitely one of the reasons I take my business there.Hit the Jump to see the rest of the day with some fail pictures
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