This morning, at 08:20hrs, I was rudely awakened by loud music, an even louder announcer, tens of thousands of people, and countdown after countdown after countdown…
Back in grades 8 & 9, I participated in the colossal Vancouver Sun Run. I haven’t since, but it certainly is quite the spectacle. Since I was unable to sleep, I got up and dragged the boyfriend out of bed and went out to look. This is the second year that I have lived a block away from the starting line, and both times now I am happy that I didn’t just roll over, pull the blankets over my head and mumble sleepy complaints. The moment we stepped out the door, the energy in the air pulsed through me and and involuntary smile blasted its way over my face. My sister participated this year, but wasn’t running with a cell phone, so there was no way to find her. I sent out a good wish to her instead.
The sheer number of people is hard to fathom. The fact that they ALL wake up at an indecent hour on a Sunday to run 10 kilometers is incredible. I thoroughly enjoyed walking along the perimeter. Everyone was smiling and excited and happy to be there.
I can’t think of too many better reasons for a whole city to meet on one street. Can you?