I have always dreamed of running a marathon. The New York City Marathon, to be specific. I have only ever run about ten miles at any one time, but I feel confident that when the day comes, I'll be able to run the 26.1.
Today was not that day.
Today was the day I crashed my first marathon. The Route 66 Marathon in Tulsa, Oklahoma, to be specific. When I woke up today and looked outside, I had no intention of running, because it's a pretty cloudy, gloomy day. But then I saw all the runners and the fans cheering them on outside my hotel, and I knew what I had to do. I ran. I started running a little before Mile 13 and didn't stop. Spectators all along the sidewalks yelled words of encouragement, traffic cops murmured, "Nice going, keep it up," and volunteers every mile or so held out paper cups of water and Gatorade for runners to grab. I got caught up in a herd of runners carrying yellow balloons that boasted 3:30 as their expected finish time (they quickly passed me). We ran past the river which was quite beautiful, and we ran over highways that were completely blocked off for the marathon. After about three and a half miles, I had to turn around to make already existing brunch plans, bringing my marathon total to about 7 miles. No 26, but not bad considering I still had to do a show this afternoon.
Brunch at the Blue Dome Diner was delicious (that sentence, by the way, is one of our diction warmups) and thoroughly necessary after my mini-marathon. The BDD happens to be both the best and only dining solution here in Tulsa.
Our Sunday afternoon show was great! And after a week of tech and two shows yesterday, doing one show feels like a breeze. We had a very responsive crowd, and I think we all had a good energy since it was our last show before we hit the road tomorrow.
Tonight's agenda: Pack, Netflix date with my honey, then off to Topeka, Kansas, tomorrow!
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