Earlier this morning, I thought I’d have loads of available time today to wax philosophic about my event I’m training for this fall and that for which I registered in the spring.
Instead, it’s nearly 9pm, I’m about to do bedtime, and shortly after I, too, will collapse in bed after what turned out to be an action-packed day of everything and nothing all at once. With both kids doing school, in school, I guess I stupidly thought that I’d have more available time to do … whatever, but at least right now, I’m very much feeling the beginning-of-the-school-year crunch.
All good things, for sure, just a lot.
So! In lieu of what I was originally going to write about tonight, I’ll leave you with a picture that I took on my long run on Sunday morning, when I ran 18 on as-hilly-as-possible-roads, all over the the east side, because ARP was closed due to heightened fire dangers with the high temps, low humidity, and high winds.
I was running by a house that had this down by the road and actually stopped to do a double-take because it was so unusual.
Seeing a web in plants isn’t all that unusual around here, but to see a web that has trapped this much water droplets (when have we had type of water falling from the sky recently???) — that was something else.
When’s the last time you stopped mid-run to do a double-take?
If last week’s entry read like something twinged with equal parts trepidation, sadness, anger, and happiness, simultaneously, that’s about what life during this weird-ass and tragic time in history feels like most days. The suffering that humanity is enduring right now, both locally, here, in SCC, as well as abroad, is immense. Needless to say, it completely overshadows any minute inconvenience or annoyance my family, friends, or I may be experiencing because we know how incredibly fortunate we are. At the same time, when life affords you an opportunity to glimpse or experience “the way things were,” even for a short period, sometimes I feel guilty to know that the moment isn’t necessarily open to all.
After a pretty heavy week last week — with the first day of school, and all the fears (and excitement) that comes with it, in addition to the big stories in the national and international news — I figure it’s time to temper ze blog with a little happiness, a nice reminder that sometimes, an occasional reminder that not all is doom and gloom. We (I) may need these periodic attitude shifts more than we (I) may realize.
(TBCFH: this is something I have struggled with during the pandemic. Does writing or talking about stuff that matters to you, but is fairly irrelevant in the grand scheme of the mess of life during the pandemic, even make sense? Who TF cares, right? Personally, my family and I have been fine thus far, all things considered, but I know so many who haven’t, and my heart hurts for them. My heart hurts for the thousands and millions of people whom I don’t personally know whose lives have been upended because of this virus. My life, my family’s life, has definitely changed during the course of the pandemic, and [or “yet,” or “but,” or “or” … I think the contraction is operative here, and they all work equally well!] we still have a lot to be happy, and to feel grateful, about).
I got a reminder about this over the weekend. Following Saturday morning’s long run, on Sunday morning, I was up bright and early, yet again, but this time not to run but to instead volunteer!
For!
A!
Local!
Live!
In-person!
Road!
Race!
In!
San Jose!
The obnoxious exclamation marks are entirely appropriate because they begin to adequately convey my glee at doing something I love for the first time in a very, very long time.
Sunday morning’s Bloom Energy Stars and Strides 5k/10k Run was an inaugural race to benefit the Valley Medical Center Foundation. Situated in downtown San Jose, with race day logistics and execution handled by our favs at Run Local, the race brought together over 1,500 registrants across three races (5k, 10k, kids’ race, with runners and walkers in each) and over 1,000 participants to the streets of downtown come 8am.
Did I mention that it was the first (local) (road) race in San Jose since the pandemic shut everything down?
A small handful of my Wolfpack teammates and I helped out as course marshals on Sunday morning, and Mark and I hung out around the mile 3 marker, which meant we got to see all the runners at least twice: on their way out, shortly after the starting line; on their way back (5k runners heading for home and 10k runners about to split); and one last time (10k runners on their way home). At one point, we were responsible for telling the 5k/10k runners to split at the appropriate time (and to take the correct direction), but fortunately, it was fairly straightforward because the runners’ bibs were color-coded to their distance.
I remembered to bring cowbells with me on Sunday morning, making the whole shebang more fun (and much louder). I’m glad I didn’t lose my voice or blister my knuckles from my vigorous ringing efforts.
all matchy-matchy with Lisa and Mark
It made for a fun morning! Protip: don’t ask course marshals questions in the minutes preceding a race about things like about where bib pickup is (near the starting line?), or where people can street park (no idea, but the cop over there said they’re not enforcing neighborhood permits because of COVID, so…), or anything that’s not directly related to literally the ground we are standing on because that’s likely the beginning and end of our knowledge related to the race. Plan better, people!
Anyway. It’s always so fun to spectate (or run) at local races, particularly small ones, because it’s pretty easy to run into people you know from the running community. A handful of my Wolfpack teammates raced or fun-ran it, as well as some other folks I know from the Run Local ambassadors or Bay Area Running Crew. It was like a small-scale reunion, and we all know that mid-run hugs (especially ones that haven’t happened in 18+ months!) can’t be beat. 🙂
franddz!!!!!!!
I think the next race I’ll volunteer at with the team isn’t until early October, for the SJ RNR half marathon, so lmk if you’re running it, and I’ll be sure to hoot and holler for you. It’s usually fairly massive in size, and last I heard, they were planning on a full-scale, “normal” race production, but like anything else during COVID and delta-dominated life, I suppose time will tell.
