We set up tables at mile marker 3,
mixed up thousands of gallons of Gatorade, poured thousands of cups of Gatorade
and waited. The first 2 guys came running up ahead of the pack, one white boy
and one Kenyan, who were neck in neck. Then the masses came, literally,
thousands of people running towards us (35,000 to be exact). And they were
thirsty! We held out cups for the very serious runners to snatch out of our
hands, after they passed, the nicer runners who were very appreciate came
running through. So many people thanked us for volunteering, it was nice to
hear. We had a band up on the hill cranking out some good music and everyone was in a great mood on a nice day! I am not gonna lie, I was a little envious of the people who do not have
knee problems and who were running just fine, I miss it bad!!! If a guy with 2
prosthetic legs can run, or if a blind guy who requires a stick and a leader
can run, then I need to figure out how to make this happen. I guess I will go
to the doctor. After we yelled out Gatorade for 2 hours, the madness stopped
and it was time to clean up thousands and thousands of cupps smashed off the
ground. My boss gave me mad props for bringing four very helpful people, who
seemingly had a great time too. After our mission was complete, we walked to Noshville Delicatessen for some
vittles. Across the street we kept seeing foam flying all through the air; someone
apparently put some industrial strength liquid soap in the water fountain of
the salon. Ha, suds everywhere! I wonder if the people who owed it did that on purpose
to attract attention to the salon, cause it worked!
Ok movie time!
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