Random cheering

After the phenomenal support from complete strangers last week, I got to thinking about the art of cheering. I, myself, have been guilty of going to a race with a few competitors to support and, by and a large, ignoring the remainder of the competitors in the field. I always feel a bit awkward on the sidelines silently searching for my friends as random people go past, but I also feel awkward about cheering on strangers. As a competitor, I don't feel as weird running past people who aren't cheering for me, but I really appreciate it when they do.

This morning was the Mother's Day Classic. I really like the tradition of fun runs on Mother's Day. I have participated in one for the last 8 or so years. I think it's a great way to celebrate your mom, by getting the family out to be active together. And though I've never run with my mom, I do always tear up at some point during the festivities in her honor.

I'm not running at the moment. In fact, I'm not anything. I'm resting for the next month. But since it's Mother's Day, I decided to go out and support the people participating this morning. There was a 4.5K run, an 8K run, an 8K walk and a 4.5K walk. I got there just before the first 8K runner finished. At first it was a bit awkward to be the only person cheering on every one. I started with some polite clapping, then worked my way into a few "woo"s. Then I decided I was too close to the finish line. I moved out to the last corner. From there I just let loose! Calling out people's numbers, telling them to finish strong. It was great. I had one guy come up and ask if I was cheering on any one in particular. He thought it was cool. In fact I got two other couples to randomly cheer as well just by my example. It was heaps of fun, and I got lots of big smiles, espeically from the little old ladies.