I’m working the Running Festival Health & Fitness Expo which is actually fun and exciting. In addition to getting jazzed for the race and meeting other runners, I’m still learning a lot. But being a Gym Rat I feel a little on the sidelines. At the Expo, I get to talk to not just runners, but tri-athlete’s as well (which is a whole world beyond runner). [(Which is sort of like Earth to Tatooine to The Salt Mines of Kessel.)]
And you know what? I’m the interloper, the tourist, the outsider. I should have known better when my fellow gym patrons treated me like I was going on a world tour or a cruise my last day at the gym. “Bon Voyage!” “Good Luck!” My friends, wrapping leis around my neck wishing me well on my foreign journey to the foreign lands of running. And here I am, smack among the natives, learning new languages and customs, drinking the Gatorade. Here I am, meeting people like the Ethiopian woman who is pissed she has to run past lions and tigers or Bill Rodgers who I thought was a cowboy but turns out is not. Here, I am the brave one to leave the gym and travel beyond to these new lands.
But tomorrow is the final journey, the last stop on this Grand Tour. After that it’s back to the daily grind of my old life, but like any trip with memories and hopefully some tchotkes to put on shelf. Tomorrow is my one last hooray and like any end of a trip, I’ll wind up exhausted and cranky and just wanting to go home at that point. Tomorrow, I am almost home.