Detroit Free Press Marathon
Sunday, October 16, 2016
This is what was shown on tv at suppertime tonight.
windsor.ctvnews.ca/video
?clipId=973478
We were there at about mile 6 on Riverside Drive in Windsor at 7 this morning. It was still dark. Unlike other years, we did not need to wear a parka, gloves and toques because it was quite mild for the middle of October.
You can see the lights on the Ambassador Bridge and the headlights from one of the first participants.
I had my usual sign
I love to see the people react. Many told me they liked my sign. One lady asked if I had been there last year because she remembered the sign. (Yes, I was there last year in almost the same spot.) A couple people stopped to take a picture and a then there were those to threatened to steal the sign. It is great fun.
It was interesting to watch the different running styles. Some looked like they were in pain and some looked like running was a natural way to get around.
I was watching the people so closely that I almost missed my son and son-in-law. I would have if they hadn't run up to give me hugs. It was so quick I didn't get their picture. I did miss my grandson. He didn't take time to stop. A friend I was watching for saw me and called my name or I would have missed her too.
Many stopped to take a picture of Detroit as seen from Windsor.
The rain came around noon and it came down hard. We had already left our viewing spot. Some would have gotten wet.
windsor.ctvnews.ca/video
?clipId=973478
We were there at about mile 6 on Riverside Drive in Windsor at 7 this morning. It was still dark. Unlike other years, we did not need to wear a parka, gloves and toques because it was quite mild for the middle of October.
You can see the lights on the Ambassador Bridge and the headlights from one of the first participants.I had my usual sign
I love to see the people react. Many told me they liked my sign. One lady asked if I had been there last year because she remembered the sign. (Yes, I was there last year in almost the same spot.) A couple people stopped to take a picture and a then there were those to threatened to steal the sign. It is great fun.It was interesting to watch the different running styles. Some looked like they were in pain and some looked like running was a natural way to get around.
I was watching the people so closely that I almost missed my son and son-in-law. I would have if they hadn't run up to give me hugs. It was so quick I didn't get their picture. I did miss my grandson. He didn't take time to stop. A friend I was watching for saw me and called my name or I would have missed her too.
Many stopped to take a picture of Detroit as seen from Windsor.
The rain came around noon and it came down hard. We had already left our viewing spot. Some would have gotten wet.
ONEKIDSMOM
Awesome... this is how I started... as a spectator!
As a runner, in my home town marathon (up until now, always run as a half)... I come to COUNT on the same cheerleaders in the same spots, year after year. The cruel jokester with the "you're almost done" sign at mile 1. Yeah, right.
The guy in a nun's habit at about mile 7-8. If he moves his spot, I'm disappointed!
"13.1 because you're only half crazy."
"Most boring parade ever!"
And my favorite, which I hope is still there next year when I intend going the whole 26.2 (in week 3 of my 30 week training plan now): at about mile 20 - "Remember, You PAID to do this!"
High fives from children are an absolute power boost. I love seeing grey hairs in the crowd... so I can taunt them with "next year, run with us!" I figure I'm out there representing all the older folks, all the people who have lost significant weight, and of course, I run for those who CANNOT run for themselves... whose lives were cut short, or who have disabling diseases. I run for my sister in law, my cousin, my son's battle buddies... and many, many, more.
I loved being a spectator. And I love being a runner. And I love that I can now say I am a runner without back pedaling and saying I'm not a "real" one!
Awesome... this is how I started... as a spectator!
As a runner, in my home town marathon (up until now, always run as a half)... I come to COUNT on the same cheerleaders in the same spots, year after year. The cruel jokester with the "you're almost done" sign at mile 1. Yeah, right.
The guy in a nun's habit at about mile 7-8. If he moves his spot, I'm disappointed!
"13.1 because you're only half crazy."
"Most boring parade ever!"
And my favorite, which I hope is still there next year when I intend going the whole 26.2 (in week 3 of my 30 week training plan now): at about mile 20 - "Remember, You PAID to do this!"
High fives from children are an absolute power boost. I love seeing grey hairs in the crowd... so I can taunt them with "next year, run with us!" I figure I'm out there representing all the older folks, all the people who have lost significant weight, and of course, I run for those who CANNOT run for themselves... whose lives were cut short, or who have disabling diseases. I run for my sister in law, my cousin, my son's battle buddies... and many, many, more.
I loved being a spectator. And I love being a runner. And I love that I can now say I am a runner without back pedaling and saying I'm not a "real" one!
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