I had the priviledge today of running the Philly Marathon as an Achilles guide.
The weather this morning su-hu-ucked. The rain was easy to start, but picked up considerably on my walk from the car. Eakins Oval was total muck. By the time I got to Achilles tent, my shoes were soaked and covered in muck. The rain eventually let up, but then the wind picked up. We were seriously concerned it was going to pick up the entire tent.
Small blessings…we discovered “restrooms” behind our tent. They were apparently meant for event staff, but we got in while no one was looking! Total runner win!
Philly is so much fun to run. The course is challenging and beautiful. The crowds are phenomenal.
The weather cleared up. Thd sun came out. We hit some crazy wind gusts all along. It was like we were living a Bob Seeger song…“Running against the wind.”
The beauty of running as an Achilles guide is that you’re running someone else’s race. I volunteered to guide because the athlete’s goal was to finish without being swept - totally within my capabilities. My job today was to keep the intervals…run for 3 minutes, walk for 1. Around mile 10 we just started walking. Well, our athlete walked. The other guide and I jogged and danced. We created a fun dance for crossing timing mats. We sang along to his playlist (my apologies to those near us at the time for my terrible Cyndi Lauper). Our job as guides included running ahead to refill his water bottle, running into CVS for ginger ale, and arranging a coffee pick up on the out and back in Manayunk.
7 hours and 8 minutes later, we picked up the pace and ran across the finish line.
It was a fabulous race. I topped it off with a buffalo fried “chick'n” sandwich and sweet potato fries from HipCityVeg and a Que Linda from Yonkers Brewing.
Walking tomorrow is going to be ugly.
Imagine Jack spilling to you what Dean thinks, and practically feels, of you when he reads his mind.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait.” Dean raised a hand, stopping Jack from drinking his beer “How old do you think you are?” he asked, mouth half full as you and Sam shared a look.
“Uh 3 days, 17 hours and 42 minutes.” Jack replied precisely to the question and seeing the look on Dean’s face almost made you choke on your own drink. It was priceless to say the least. Barely at four days old and the young man had already outsassed the older Winchester, well this was going to be fun. Dean just shook his head and took a sip of his beer, Jack watching closely and doing the same at the exact almost moment.
“So-” Jack cleared his throat, looking at you “You are my aunt, right?”
“Uh well-” you smiled “Was, actually. I’m no longer an angel, I fell and after building a vessel things happened and… there is no angel mojo in me anymore. So I am practically human.”