Meh, I've run better. |
The chief obstacle of
long-distance running, for long-distance runners, isn’t the distance, but the
general boredom. Once you’ve run one majestic,
beautiful natural skyscape or urban wonderland, you’ve pretty much run them
all. The desert, the forest, the amber
waves of grain—it becomes redundant as you rack up the miles (or kilometers, if
you like to measure things the hard way).
During college, and competitive
NCAA cross-country, I’d run in a group—mostly, the fast women on our team—which
would help wile away the hours. If
nothing else, we were all suffering together.
After I graduated college running behind, I began to wear headphones of
one kind or another. I strapped a gramophone
onto my back, then moved to the player piano, 8-track, Walkman portable cassette
deck, and finally an iPod shuffle/nano.
Take the cobbled street to the cobbled street and then run down the cobbled street to the cobbled street . . . |
Today, I ran without any
headphones, music or podcasts whatsoever.
My nano died, and I’m angry with my shuffle because Apple has made it
incredibly hard to download an entire podcast series with any degree of
ease. Without the headphones, I was
immediately reminded of the Malta race I competed in nearly two years ago. I usually run races with something in my
ears, but in Malta I’d just arrived the night before, barely slept because of
the time difference, the bed, the odd conditions, etc., and couldn’t be
bothered to dig out my iPod.
Malta is a fun place to run
(history, architecture, exotic locale), but not a friendly one. My
Maltese friends (who were friendly), believed me to be
insane for running in general, let alone a race the day after travelling 15+
hours, had picked up my race packet which DID NOT include safety pins for the
bib. The race course was mostly open, so
it was hard to find the start line, which did not have a registration table
nearby at all. I asked a couple of
fellow runners—normally a group that commiserates like the best of
dysfunctional families, and thus is always happy to help—and was mostly laughed
at or given a few angry glares.
Not ANOTHER boring bit of Malta scenery. *sigh* |
In the end, I ran with the bib
folded up in my pocket, and I pulled it out to show at the finish line. The run itself was fun, taking me through a
cityscape that is (or looks) several hundred years old. I’m pretty certain we passed no fewer than
six churches. Malta is something like
98% Catholic and 101% Super Catholic.
Some of the roads were incredibly clogged with very small cars and
drivers all angry and yelling at each other.
Fun, but not friendly.
I hope my Malta friends are
all doing well. Drop me a line, folks!
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