I ran the Chicago Half Marathon this morning. It was a beautiful sunny day, a little bit cool for most purposes, but actually a bit warm for distance running. By the end of the race, I had stopped sweating, and I had felt one chill run through me, which means I was starting to overheat.
I started the race way in the back, mostly because I was one of the later people to come to the starting line. As luck would have it, this meant I got to see and briefly talk with Bill Rodgers, a legend in distance running. I have to admit that I didn't recognize him right away, but I saw that his race number was "2", so I knew he had to be somebody. So I glanced at his race number a little closer and read his name. He had that intense upbeat look that a lot of elite athletes have. I think he was just running for fun, not to compete. He was starting at the back, and he didn't have a computerized chip on his shoe like the rest of us. I passed him in the first few minutes, so I know he wasn't trying hard yet!
You overhear a lot of conversation snippets when you race. The funniest one today was delivered by a young man and went like this: "That's why I run races. Did you see how many hot chicks there were?"
Actually, this race in particular draws more women than men for some reason, which is the opposite of the usual pattern. They announced it was 60% women.
Races as a rule draw more young people than old people. But this race seems more heavily weighted than most races towards young people. Not teenagers. More like twenty and thirty somethings.
Why this is, I don't know.
Women runners, what a shock, are generally more polite than male runners. They don't spit much, and when they jostle you they say "excuse me."
Rhyme of the Day:
They lend the race
UPDATE: I checked the race results. Bill Rodgers did pass me again, since he finished about 6 and a half minutes ahead of me! CORRECTION: He has a chip time, online, so he must have been wearing a chip after all. I guess I missed it somehow. Maybe he had it under one of his socks?