If you’ve ever run in a race, I probably don’t have to tell you how awesome race volunteers are. Races wouldn’t be possible without them! No matter the job, big or small, race volunteers make running races safe and manageable. Race volunteers get up just as early as runners on race day to hand us water, keep us healthy, let us know of coming changes in course, and so much more. Because of how vital race volunteers are to a successful event, all runners should take the opportunity to pay it forward and volunteer at a race. These are the compelling reasons that I discovered from volunteering at a local race.
Sure adventure and spontaneity are thrilling, but I prefer to read the Yelp review before diving into the wild unknown. So when it comes to trying new things in running, even something as simple as trying a new path, my heart quickens and my nerves kick in.
Heading out my front door and running through the neighborhood is the easy thing to do. And I often fall into this routine. I’ve even said before that the treadmill is my not-so-secret love affair, which has a lot to do with the ease and security of hopping on, zoning out, and getting my run in. But tackling a path that I’ve never been down is especially nerve-racking, mostly because it’s new. I mean it’s easy to eat the same meal that you always get at your favorite restaurant. Venturing to another page in the menu is like trying a new running path, you just don’t know what to expect.
For those of us who started running later in life, there are various things that inspired us to initially lace-up our kicks and try this crazy sport. We didn’t grow up on the track. From weightloss to bucket lists to good ol’ peace and quiet, we late-blooming runners have our reasons for starting to run. My running inspiration (runspiration, if you will) was a nameless woman who merely mentioned that she was a runner. Something she said spoke directly to the competitive athlete I had buried deep inside me.
I rarely, if ever…nope, never have I ever made a new year’s resolution. I’ve never understood the point in waiting until January 1 to decide to do something.
This year, however, I find myself making a mental list of things I want to do in 2017: goals, aspiration, wants. I worry that if I don’t write them down, and even scarier, publish them to the internet, then I may never follow through with them.