Today, I ran in my 25th Manchester Road Race. It was the 78th edition of the race. I’ve always “raced” the event, but today was different. I’m recovering (sort of) from injuries (plantar fasciitis, stress fracture, and fractured scapula), so it was a bit of a different experience.
I jogged the 4.748 mile loop with my son and my brother-in-law, Tommy. Debbie ran on her own. It was a bit of an odd Thanksgiving Day road race with the circumstances, but it all worked out in the end.
I’m learning to just enjoy the vibe and am less focused on speed, pace, or results. I got to see the race in an entirely different way and I probably won’t be sore, which is an added bonus.
I’m no fan of crowds, but I survived the crush of human beings as we marched through Manchester. It was great to see so many friends, including many Shenipsit Striders.
I love the race and its history. I wrote about that earlier this month. I think that of my 25 finishes, 20 have now been in a row. Interestingly after approaching and running the race differently this year, I’m OK if I ever have to skip. It isn’t an obsession. It isn’t a streak. It’s fun, but it’s just a race.