Showing posts with label volunteer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label volunteer. Show all posts

Saturday, November 12, 2011

I Just Can't Stop

Today was my favorite race.

You know the race that I have never ran.  That's right: Girls on the Run Fall 5k.  Ok. Well it is tied for favorite with the Girls on the Run Spring 5k.  

I volunteer at both of them every year, and I love it.  I love it so much.  I always sign up to be a course monitor so I can cheer the girls on and see them in action as they experience the benefits of running on their confidence and self-esteem.

I drug my sister-in-law, Amanda, out of bed at 6am to join me.  I think she may have been a little reluctant at first but at the end of the morning we both on such a "feel good" high.

We were fortunate enough to get the dream job as a course monitor.  We were stationed immediately at the front and then transitioned to the first station right before the finish.  Best of both worlds.  We wished them the best and then we brought them home.  

For an hour, we stood there and cheered, screamed, danced and clapped for over an hour.  It was so inspirational.  I always get a little teary.  It's not your typical race, it's probably more than half of the entrants first race and the other half their coaches and personal cheerleaders.

Worth it!
Course Monitor Fail!! Get that Semi off the course!
awesome dancing....naturally

It totally exhausted me, but I spent the rest of the day shopping, watching home videos, eating candy...you know, the usual.

Now, I am just spending some time with my boo, Goliath by the fire roasting marshmallows.

Do you have a favorite race?
Do you volunteer at any of your local running events?
How was your Saturday?

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Live It Up Like It's the Weekend

So I know I don't normally update on the weekends, but Logan left four hours ago and I'm already bored out of mind.  Who am I suppose to make pancakes for right now?  I could make Goliath his PBcakes, but if I did I'd end up eating a whole stack by me onsie.  Does this mean I am codependent?  Probably.  I am ok with it.  You guys will get me through the next 11 days right? 

Yesterday was a pretty busy day...and if you're gonna conquer a busy day you better start it right.  With a sugary carby bagel. Right? I feel like yes, yes I am right.  Tell me I'm wrong and I will show you my mean face.


I worked packet pick up for Rock the Crossroads.  We have about 1,000 runners!  That's a grand brave souls ready to brave the heat for a 5k. Winners!  Working a race is such a different perspective.  Running attracts the most diverse group of people.  I love it.  It's so universal.  
Anyone can do it.  Come one, Come all: All races, all ages, all genders, all shapes and sizes.  You CAN run.



People are funny creatures though.  I could tell who was picking up their packets the second they walked in to the mall.  I could tell who races regularly.  I could tell who was nervous just to pick up their packet.  I could tell who was the douchey guy on the trail who doesn't wave.  It made me think about all the times I've picked up a packet, and how I come off.  I have come up with a list of categories most runners fall in to, of course this is all for fun, none of it's serious-so don't be offended, and won't apply to everyone:

1) Vet Runner:  They show up to packet pick up in an old race tee.  They don't need safety pins.  They know the race director, because they saw him last week...and the week before...and the week before.

2) Older First Time Racer: They have a deer in the headlights look.  They are not afraid to ask you questions like "Do people wear the race t-shirt to the race?" "What's a bib?" They need safety pins.
3) Young First Time Racer: They have a front of bravery.  They are too afraid to ask questions, google is their best friend.  They secretly grab and hoard safety pins.

4) Races for fun: They pick up 11 packets for friends and family.  Grab a handful of safety pins.
5) Races for glory: They pick up 1 packer, theirs.  They make sure the shirt is perfect.  They take it out, put up to their chest.  Make sure the seams are good and the screen printing is perfect.  Ask to trade for different sizes six times. The shirt is their prize! They don't need safety pins, they have a bib belt.
5) Races for satisfaction: They show up after work, grab their packet and maybe a friend's.  Grab enough safety pins, exchange pleasantries and ask about parking, the weather and post-race events.  
7) Elite Runner: They arrive, don't even need to provide a name.  Take the goods and leave with out a word, other than "thanks!"



Are you thinking: OMG SHE JUDGED ME ON MY SAFETY PINS!?!? Yes, yes I did but please know this: Regardless of where you fall, you're  runner.  We are all the same and yet so different.  I love each and every one of these people who get out there, put themselves on the line and put one foot in front of another. 

Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.  I wouldn't be blogging or volunteering. I love running and I love runners.  All of them, yes even the douchey ones.

After five hours on my feet serving the runners of KC, I got fitted for new shoes. Goodness, how I love the smell of new shoes...and new shorts...and shot blocks. 






WHAT KIND OF RACER ARE YOU?
WHAT KIND OF SHOES DO YOU RUN IN?
WHAT KIND OF BAGEL AND CREAM CHEESE DO YOUR PREFER?


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Invest Your Love

Saturday was the Fall Girls on the Run 5k, I signed up to volunteer. I
swear if I don't run this as a coach, I will always be volunteering.
If y'all don't know what GOTR is google it or look up the Spring 5k
recap in the blog history.

It's an amazing organization, that I really wish I had the time to be
more involved with. For now, I will just have to be a course monitor
twice a year. It was wicked cold, the wind was absolutely frigid. If I
hadn't promised to be there I would not have been outside, let alone
running in it. More than half of those girls looked absolutely
miserable. Lucky for me, the runners had to pass through my
intersection three times. The evolution of misery as the miles passed
was such a beautiful metaphor. On their third pass, they were in the
finish chute-and seeing them realize "hay! It's over and it wasn't
THAT bad!" was totally legendary. Why? Because no matter how many
races you do, no matter how good you get: you always feel that way in
the chute.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Girls on the Run 5k






What an awesome race! For those of you who don't know what Girls on the Run is all about, here's their goal:

To educate and prepare girls for a life time of self-respect and healthy living through running.

You can read more about them, their events and get involved HERE.


Of all the races I've been to, this one had to be in top five-and get this: I DIDN'T EVEN RUN IT! Yeah, I know right? I signed up to volunteer as a course monitor, and I had a blast. It was so weird to be on that side of the racing experience, but it was incredibly motivating. For many of the girls, it was the first 5k and for the rest? They were most likely experienced roadsters pacing with a preteen as a "running buddy."

I've seen their bright green shirts at many, many races and always wanted to get involved somehow. I even *foolishly* applied for a board job. I AM a girl on the run, am I right? When I found them, I knew I NEEDED to be involved somehow. Well, I had to start somewhere. Now, I have my bright green shirt and maybe, hopefully one day soon I'll be running side-by-side with a tweener on her first race.

In a race where everyone's Bib was #1 and no timing chips, it becomes increasingly clear that just by being there you're winning. Is that corny or what? It's cornball cheese because it's true. BUT it was a race, so of course there was a winner and guess what? A woman won. Isn't that like unheard of? Especially in a 5k, I did some research and a woman has never won any of the races I've competed. And not only did she win? She dominated. Admittedly, when she ran, nay sprinted by my post I got chills. I'd like to buy her a beer or maybe a protein shake, and just talk about her form.

There were two other participants of note: The fifth place finisher, and one of the last finishers. The kid that took one of the top ten spots was as tall as my femur, had thick glasses and was wearing basketball shorts to the ground. He reminded me of that kid in Jerry Maguire, ya know this one. He didn't even look old enough to be running alone. Not only did he run the course alone, but he finished alone. One of the last girls to finish was part of a giant school group, they all wore matching shirts, and all of them but her had finished. The course was set up so that you ran adjacent to the finish for about three hundred meters in a loop around a parking lot. When the sole remainder of their team approached the last three hundred meters they all jumped back on the course with her, and supported her to the arch marked "FINISH!"

What. An. Awesome. Race.