This came from an individual who looked like he could be
homeless, but who was nonetheless cheering the runners on during the waning
miles of the Detroit Free Press Marathon. I had never heard the phrase used in
this context before.
The Freep in those years – the late eighties and early
nineties - passed through some highly questionable parts of Detroit, and this neighborhood
was particularly blighted. There were no other spectators, and even the runners
were sparse. At that instant, it was
just that one guy and me. He pointed at me as he said it. I’m sure I was gritting my teeth, grimacing in
my usual way. I remember that I was trying hard to maintain the pace that had
felt so easy during the early miles, a couple hours prior.
Yet it gave me pause. At that point in my race, perhaps almost
anything would have. But I like to think that I found some meaning and
inspiration there. I like to think that a lot of love is an entirely
appropriate description for what I had been experiencing at that moment.
The moment I describe here comes to mind as we all
decompress after the Medina Half-Marathon. This is a huge and wonderfully
successful event for the small town of Medina, Ohio. The dedication, long, hard
work, and attention to detail of Race Director Beth Bugner, her immediate
organizational team, and all of the hundreds of volunteers undoubtedly requires
a lot of love. A real lot of love.
A lot of love is also a fitting description of the work that
the Medina County Road Runners Board of Directors puts in. This is particularly
true of President Angie Kovacs. As I write this, the Board will soon be
deciding on positions for the upcoming year, so we could wind up with a
different president. Regardless of her position however, Angie puts in gobs of
time to institute the framework to ensure that the club activities and events
are the best they can possibly be.
These folks do it for the love of running, and for the love
of their fellow runners. And I think that’s really it. I like to think that I’ve
still got a lot of love too. But it’s also good to know that I’m not alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment