Sunday morning was the Flying Pig Marathon. The race goes through the heart of Hyde Park Square, and I really wanted to see it. I woke up at about 7:15, threw on some yoga pants and a t-shirt and the PINK WIG. I figured, these people are doing a monumental thing and I wanted to be really out there with my support. I got a latte at Awakenings then crossed the street to watch. The first person came through a bit after 7:30... amazing. About 9 people later the first woman crossed and I was really happy for her. There were lots of people on the sidewalks and in the grassy stretch of the square to cheer on - all kinds of people. I was a bit disappointed with the people who got all dressed up (no need to bring a Louis bag and wear heels to cheer on the runners) but it was soooo great to see all the people of different shapes and ages there running 26 miles. Every time a single person passed by, I'd start clapping and yell Good job Buddy! You look great! You rock! Keep it up, you can do it!
Every time.
I think some of the other people on the sidewalk might have been annoyed, but I didn't care. I was there for the runners, not the fashionistas. And I could tell the runners were happy... Some would come over towards me and give me High Fives and others would give me smiles (b/c the crazy ass big pink wig) and others would say Love the hair!
It really was so much fun - I want to do it again...
Not so random, but I'm still musing.
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