A Bunch of Healthy People Running Past My House

March 20, 2012 at 7:47 am (Atlanta) (, , , )

Yeah, and they were out E-A-R-L-Y.

One guy still wearing his St. Patrick's Day green tophat

It was the Publix Georgia Marathon, with more than 15,000 healthy (and partially healthy) people running, jogging, trotting, walking, huffing, puffing, and flaunting their magnificently healthy bodies.  

Notice the streetlight.... Sooooo early.... And the neighbors who did NOT move their cars.

We who live on the race course moved our cars the night before, so the streets were clear (mostly.)  Then at 5:30 the clunk of cardboard trash cans being set out interrupted the chorus of amorous robins and cardinals in the pre-dawn stillness.  The starting gun sounded at 7 a.m. in downtown’s Centennial Olympic Park.  We who came out on our porches and decks were alerted to the first runners around 7:30 by the chorus of cheers and whoops down the street.  (Bless ’em, these cheerleaders kept it up for a solid hour.  I hope Publix provided throat lozenges…)  As these athletes passed, we clapped in encouragement and appreciation for their accomplishment.  Then came the river of runners in colorful shirts, accompanied by the popping sounds of plastic water cups hitting the pavement.  A few cups made it into the trash boxes.

I want to know this:  Why is it that the men who run shirtless are usually the very ones who ought not?  And holy moly – it cost minimum $95 to run in this race!  Whaaaaaaa?

The morning started out warm for mid-March in Atlanta, and got up to 80 degrees before the marathon and half-marathon were over.  But these folk running past our homes in the Old Fourth Ward had the best of the day.   There was a fireman in full garb, with an oxygen tank on his back.  There were ladies in tutus.  (I don’t know what that was about.)  There were a few folks being pushed in wheelchairs.  There was a teenage boy (minimum age 16).  I brought out my breakfast and watched.   Stop watches beeped now and then.  By 8:15 the river of healthy humanity trickled to the walkers and slow pokes.  And the people pushing shopping carts.

Publix sponsored the marathon

By 8:30 the Ryder trucks moved in to scoop up the orange traffic cones, the smushed plastic water cups, and the cardboard trash cans.  The crew did a magnificent job.  You would never know 15,000 runners just passed by here.  I ate a donut in their honor.



1 Comment

  1. Bob Zeller said,

    Great story. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

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