As I came up behind him, I yelled, “Don’t try to keep up with ME!” and Especially since he chose to wear work boots to run seven I knew in that moment I could take him and beat him Then, into about the second mile, I saw him up ahead. Idea that there were so many people running and cheering on the sidelines that I was a little scared but comforted myself with the So, I ran and took in the scenery, trying to figure out howįar and long I had to go. Would run with me for a while, the bet only a joke, a way to pass the time at Sprinted ahead into the crowd of runners. Lighthouse, he turned to me and said, “Don’t try and keep up with me!” and Trying to find some space to open up a longer stride. We ran slowly at the start, jockeying between bodies Where we sprinted and ran miles every day, all day from 8:00 am-8:00 pm and I didn’tĭrink lots of beer after working a fifteen hour shift like the older, college age But I had a fewĪces in my pocket: I was only seventeen, just home from a week of field hockey camp I was nervous that morning, afraid I wouldn’t make it to theįinish line, forget beating that arrogant cook in the race. "And you have to wear one of our t-shirts."
“You better kick his ass” she hissed in my ear. My boss pulled me aside between orders and yelled into myĮar to be heard over the hood fan sucking all the smoke and hot air out of What was I thinking? Since I had never run the routeīefore or even ran seven miles together at one time, I really don’t know what possessed Up into the kitchen banter that night and somehow agreed to a bet to see who
He was so glib and cocky that I ended up being swept Off about running the race, I casually mentioned that I had a number and was thinkingĪbout doing it, as well. When one of the cooks who worked with me started spouting Not that I especially liked to run, anyway. Was often so tired when I wasn’t at work on my feet all day that I didn’t runĪt all that summer. I worked a lot of hours as part of the kitchen staff and I I was still unsure if I was actually going to run the race at all coming into Hands on deck to accommodate the crowds that invaded the town for race weekend. Of the most insane weekends of the season. Schedules and convince our bosses to give us that Sunday morning off during one Together not thinking about how we would coordinate our hectic summer work Would be a great idea to run the Falmouth Road Race when we mailed ourĪpplications in February of 1986. I am sure my friends and I all thought it Leave for work earlier than any other summer morning to ensure that I would arrive in time for my shift at a busy restaurant in Woods Hole located right on the starting line. Race other than the crowds clogging the streets along the shore and having to The first time I ran, I truly did not know much about the Never running that race, again!” I should have known those words would come Now, I remember why I said to my future boss, “I am
Or should I say, dragging my body through barely four miles, hoping I will eventually be able to do the required seven in the August heat isĪ special type of torture. In August, everyone on the team decided that we could "run" this year and wouldn’t itīe fun to actually be a part of it? Yes, that idea was “fun” in April. Of organizing the logistics of getting 12,800 runners to the starting line in Woods Hole on the second Sunday When Falmouth Road Race made the decision to move to a virtual event that would invite runners to participate “At-Home” instead Looking forward to an insane week of working the Expo, the race and theĪftermath and of course, lots of t-shirt folding. Working in retail during the height of Christmas season and at a more recent job, corralling customersĪt the Street Fair held on Main Street in July so, I was actually I pride myself in handling crazy, busy situations from Participating in the Falmouth Road Race during the madness of race weekend. Were looking for as race organizers have no time to even think about Out my true feelings until I was told that my answer was pretty much what they Road Race? To which I replied, “I have but I am never running that race again!” I immediately regretted blurting In fact, back in February, I wasĪsked before being offered my new job if I ran the Falmouth Most people are saying the same thing, our lives having been upended byĬOVID-19 and all the changes that we have been forced to make. What I expected the end of the summer 2020 to look like for me. This August, instead of moving cones, directing runners,įolding t-shirts, greeting VIP’s and generally running around putting outįires, I will be a participant in the Falmouth Road Race.
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