Volunteer is used loosely, since I had to do it to qualify for the marathon next year (or pay something like $1000, which, yeah). But despite having to wake up at 5:30am to get there on time, it actually wasn’t too painful.
And it was definitely interesting to watch everyone running by. The people in the lead were essentially sprinting, and I was stationed near the 2nd mile of the 4 mile race, so these people were sprinting for 4 miles. It was both inspirational and defeating.
Then the people in the middle also looked like they were going pretty fast, but it could have just been because I was standing still. It was both inspirational and defeating.
The runners at the end were going so slowly, and looked so miserable, that I wanted to offer to run the rest of the race for them. But they kept going. It was both inspirational and defeating.
I wonder what the volunteers think when I run by in a race. Probably nothing; probably I’m too inconsequential a part of the thousands of other runners–which is both inspirational and defeating.
Is there a theme here?