We met up with the Linfoots around mile 24 of the Boston Marathon. It was perfect weather for spectating, but a bit warm for running. Here are the five yahoos:
The girl yahoos, still spectating:
And four of the yahoos, having given up spectating:
I was in a race recently. A frequent spectator sign read "Worst Parade Ever." I get it. Watching people jog by can be boring. And I am glad the kids found ways to entertain themselves. Cindy and I? We are good spectators. We clapped and cheered (one of us cheered in two languages - it wasn't me) for over two hours. It takes such a crazy dedication to get your body and mind to complete 26.2 miles. Step by step. I have such awe.
Someday the yahoos will get it, surely.
Or they'll start bringing books to read.
One or the other.
No comments:
Post a Comment