The running community is awesome.
You make friends training, racing, or out for a casual jog. We’re all equal. If
you can keep up with the group, you’re in. Age, ethnicity, and gender are irrelevant.
Or so I thought.
Not long ago, I ran a 10K — far from my first.
The race was a combined 5K and 10K. If you’ve never run one of those, as you
might guess, there’s a point at which the 5K and 10K groups divide.
I could see and hear — despite my no doubt
rapidly declining faculties — a guy yelling out the split: 5Ks to the
left, 10Ks to the right. He repeated 5K slightly more insistently and pointed
left as I approached. Hmm.
Then I got closer, and, since my cognitive
abilities are still relatively intact, or at least I like to think so, I was
already on the right. And another guy actually repeated, more loudly as I got
to the split, "5K, 5K, 5K!" urgent gesticulation left, urgent
gesticulation left, urgent gesticulation left.
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