A Better Animal in San Diego

This race I tried to improve my overall kindness to everyone involved.

First, let me say that I have never been rude to anyone on a course. I have always been thoughtful of other runners and volunteers. Sometimes, however, I have been too involved in my struggle to keep my pace up to say the right thing--even if I thought it. I know most volunteers can see how hard the runners are struggling and their intensity. I know they understand if we look pained or fail to acknowledge them.

San Diego was my location to improve the good spirits I could spread on the course. I thanked every volunteer with whom I had an encounter. Every volunteer who handed me a water cup and sports drink received a thank you. I tried to smile (tough at times) and talked with runners when possible.

One shaved headed, shirtless runner was really hurting during mile 16 or so. He started talking to me. I listened to him as he told me of his terrible cramps in his legs. He asked how I was doing and if this was normal. Two things came to mind: 1. He could use any small help I had for him and 2. Suddenly, I had become someone worthy of giving advice.

I told him I had a cramp that pops up regularly in my right hamstring. I've had to stop and stretch it out, but I finished the race. I also told him he was probably low on salt and needed potassium. I asked him if he wanted a Shot Block. He did, so I gave him two. I figured I had more than enough (I did). He stayed with me a little longer and then faded back. I felt good giving him just a little help (not much) but it was better than keeping quiet.

I don't think people would really notice the difference I brought to this race by being polite and showing concern, but I felt different. I felt good at the end as I walked through the chutes and thanked volunteer after volunteer.