I’m having difficulty forming a coherent thought lately, let alone express it in writing. I made a feeble attempt to explain why the marathon still calls out to me, even though I’m strictly a 5K runner these days, and a slow one at that. I left out the most compelling reason, and I suspect the thing that gets people hooked. The marathoners. This is equally true of half marathoners. The running community is such an amazing group of people. We have been fortunate to travel the country to participate in races, large and small. Wherever we go, we meet wonderful people who enrich our lives for having met them. Sometimes we even get to meet up with people who be “know” through message boards (LVM 21, Nike+, Runner’s Lounge) or bloggers. We’ve enjoyed pasta dinners and good company before and after the races. Even when we go to events where we don’t know anyone, we end up meeting interesting people.

As a general rule, I don’t strike up conversations with strangers in airports, but if they are wearing a finisher’s shirt I have a different rule. I read a great post on Bryan’s blog, where he described it as a secret club where you have to “bleed and sweat to get in, and the first rule is that YOU MUST TALK ABOUT IT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE”. Isn’t that true. It is rare to find a marathoner who won’t gladly tell you all about any race they’ve ever participated in. Even the ones that didn’t turn out well. In fact, when your race isn’t going well (let’s say you fall and split something open and need to get a ride to the finish), the people you meet more than make up for any disappointment you might have about your run. The San Antonio Rock n Roll Half Marathon was my personal worst timewise, but we got to spend that extra time getting acquainted with Stephanie, Lisa and Kristine, and the lovely Texan ladies we walked with from the hotel.

Why is the Mardi Gras Marathon my must do race? Because I adore the people of New Orleans, especially the members of the New Orleans Track Club who organize the race. As much as I love the marathoners, I also love the people who make the marathons possible. Even in small races where I’m mostly running alone, I enjoy a leisurely chat with the volunteers while I sip my water. Last year at Birch Bay, I was so casual about my water stop that one of the volunteers advised me that the event was being timed
If I just wanted to run 13.1 or 26.2 miles as fast as possible (something I really would like to do some day), I could do it on the treadmill, or out on the Centennial Trail. Marathons are as much about the people as they are about the running.
Best wishes to everyone who is running a marathon this weekend!


