If you need inspiration to run or work out, go to a race like the Chicago Marathon as a spectator. After my first marathon I doubted I would ever run another, but watching and cheering for these runners made me want to sign up for the race next year.
I watched the race from Mile 8 in Lakeview. I hoped to see my running friend, but my eyes could not move fast enough to keep up with the crowds of runners whizzing past me. Instead, I cheered for random people who had their names on their shirts. I high-fived about 15 sweaty, pumped-up strangers. I yelled "Lookin' good!" and "Keep going!" and whatever generic encouragement popped into my head. Being a spectator is harder than I thought it would be.
I saw Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, a pizza, a hot dog, and a man who had painted himself green and wore a green tutu. I saw a man who was partially blind being led by another runner. And I saw countless energetic, dedicated and all-around badass runners. Congratulations to all finishers!
Marette Flora is an editor, writer, fitness fanatic and adoption mom living in Chicago. She has experience in newspaper and research editing as well as freelance writing. Subscribe to the Floradise newsletter for exclusive content and to catch up with her adventures.
I'm an editor, writer, runner, foodie and yogi living in Chicago who loves to write about fitness, food, mom life, favorite products and travel. You'll find me exploring new places and taking too many photographs with husband Graham, our daughter Victoria, and our dog, Capone. Follow along!
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