The Intrigue of Marathon Races
I reckon most of us wouldn't remotely consider running a 26 mile marathon race.
Yesterday 40,000+ people of all ages ran in the Chicago Marathon. Who the hell are these people? I know or have known only a handful of people who run in these marathons. None of them are particularly skilled runners or excel athletically in any other sport. They don't really excel in marathon races. Except they do finish the race and that, in the last analysis, is the challenge for most of those who enter.
Most years I get up a 5AM so I can catch a train to go into Chicago and watch the race. The half way point just happens to be on a street that runs by the train station. Of course I don't really watch the race in the sense anyone would watch any other race. I don't see the start, I don't see the finish. In fact, with all this terroristic stuff, no one is permitted alongside the last half mile of the race except race runners themselves. Thus, although there are hundreds of thousands of people who watch the race, the winner does not cross the line with these hundreds of thousands of 'watchers' cheering him/her on. Nor do I see all the entrants run the race since for like 4 hours these runners stream by the street where I am perched high on a wall to watch the race. I guess if you have watched a vast herd of runners run by for five minutes, the scene doesn't exactly change over time nor are there any complicated runner strategies or rules etc like in other athletic contests. You run and keep running. Thus, it would take some unusual motivation to watch the scene for 4 hours. Maybe if 'grandma' was in the race I might wait that long to cheer her on, albeit it might be difficult to distinguish her run from a walk.
So instead of being caught up in strategies and athletic performances I watch and ponder things about the race. Why do so many people line the streets the entire 26 miles to watch this race? Unlike most sport contests where fans are emotional, often rabid, sometimes vulgar, and very combative, the crowd watching is, almost without exception, a joyful, upbeat, friendly, good natured crowd who come by to watch for a while simply to imbibe the friendly environment. Many in the crowd have noise makers and many cheer and cheer and cheer seemingly without ever stopping. And those who least belong in the race get the biggest cheers from the crowd. Again, there is no strategy to speak of, just impressive determination fixated on the faces of the runners. Of course a lot of people go because they have a spouse, or parent, or relative or friend or co-worker in the race. A lot of them have big signs. Sometimes it is apparent that a runner knows where his/her 'friends' will be and those are the runners who are suddenly passing people right and left, then comes from the crowd some screaming "Go Honschivel, go" and Honschnivel smiles and raises his hand in victory. I don't know, maybe Honschnivel slows to a crawl after the next couple of blocks. Maybe he stops for lunch.
The city is really turned upside down for the race. Thousands of police are all over the place, not to mention hundreds of police sniffing dogs. Helicopters hover over the city high-tech videoing the entire parade route. It would be hard to pick your nose in private. There are hundreds of thousands of cups of water available throughout the race and these cups are strewn all over the street.
The best runners, the legitimate runners, all come streaming down the street at about the pace I used to run a mile when in college on the track team. Without exception, they are all black and from Africa or the Carribean. They all look like stick figures in shorts and a tee shirt. If you saw them on the street or in the gym you would not figure them to be an athlete. The image of most athletes is far different with muscle and ruggedness written all over them. These guys look like by the end of the race they will have evaporated into nothing. The neat thing, at an event like this, is that nobody cares---there are no chants of 'Go back to Africa' and in fact, they get the loudest cheering of all because they are in the lead. The next amazing thing is that when they cross the finish line most runners have not yet gotten to the half-way point of the race. I mean wow.
Next to me on the wall was some guy in the Navy who was there to cheer his Navy teammates on. He had run a 100 mile race a week ago and was not up to another long race so soon. I was honest and blunt: "Is there something wrong with you? Why would you run a 100 mile race?" "Well", he beamed, "It was a challenge". But, I silently thought, "When you finish the race, a race which requires unimaginable training, who besides yourself gives a rat's ass?" Most of us think a 26 mile race is really something, not to mention a 100 mile race. In fact, there are IRON MAN races involving swimming, running, and bicycling ---one after the other with no rest. There are even more punishing contests but I don't recall their names or the specifics. While this can't be the whole reason such people do these things, there is no question that they are all on heroin/morphine highs. During such contests the body produces it's own endogenous opiates. It is well to remember that morphine/heroin both activate the same body receptors and both don't eliminate pain but the pain (physical or emotional) will not 'bother' them as much. These endogenous opiates are defense mechanisms so we don't suffer the pain so much. This is a topic unto itself, but not for here. It also struck me as a bit strange that the Navy actually has teams of runners who train and travel around the country engaging in these events. I guess there are worse ways to spend taxpayer's money.
I think most runners are in the race to meet a challenge and get their '15 minutes of fame' When someone proudly announces they are training for the marathon, it kind of stands out. It would be kind of like me announcing that I am preparing to be the running back for the Green Bay Packers this season. Of course the difference is all they have to do is sign up and pay the entrance fee to run. I can't imagine what it would take to get the Green Bay Packers to let me be their running back. Then again, if they did, and actually let me go on the field when the game started, I would probably get the biggest ovation of anyone. At least until after the first time I got the ball. Then the absurdity of it all would collapse on it's own weight and the cheers turn to ridicule and anger.
In the last analysis it is hard to criticize anyone for participating in the Chicago Marathon. It gives a meaning to their life which is important to them. It gives them a goal, and is something which exhaustive training and exceptional determination can achieve this goal---finishing the race. I continue to sometimes go to a marathon race because it is an event in which everyone gets to be part of a festive atmosphere and everyone goes home happy and more contented with life in general. Most other sporting events are not that way. There are losers and winners. Most sport contests are dead serious events to the die-hard fans.