Melissa from Missy’s Public Junk wrote a great post about finishing last in a local race this past weekend. Thought you ladies would enjoy her perspective and humor. Here’s a snippet:
I’ve been running for three and a half years now and today – “it” happened for the first time.
I, Melissa Edmondson, finished dead last in a race.
That’s right. LAST.
So…as is the usual custom for me, I’ve decided to write about it. You know – take an embarrassing situation and make it public. Because that seems to help……
Thoughts That Run Through a Last-Place Finisher’s Brain:
1. Man, that first mile was FAST! Get it, girl. Should we slow down? Nahhhh…we’ll need that time we just saved. You’re killing it!
2. Second mile? Fast again! Dang, girl. Now, you know you have 8 more of these to do, right? And it’s going to start going uphill. Think we should slow down a bit? Heck no, this is a race! Rev it, baby!
3. Oh, here comes the finish line for the 5K runners. If I only did the 5K, I’d be finished now. But no way – not me! I’m a distance runner! A big, bad distance runner! Good-bye, 5Kers, I’m moving on. Woohoo!
4. Hmmm. Is it just me, or is it really quiet now that the 5K people are gone? Where’s everyone at?
5. *Cricket. Cricket. Cricket.*
6. I’m just going to take a quick peek behind me and see what’s back there. This is a long straight-stretch so I should be able to get a good feel for who is behind me.
Lelisa Desisa won the 2015 Boston Marathon……by finishing the race in an amazing 2 hours, nine minutes and 17 seconds. By contrast, it took Maickel Melamed 20 hours to complete the 26.2-mile race. He was the final person to do so, crossing the finish line just before 5 a.m. on Tuesday morning, almost a day after the event began.
But it’s Melamed — along with a woman who ran the race on her prosthetic leg after being injured in the 2013 bombing — who may be the race’s real hero.
When you want to feel inspired, who do you observe? Maybe you turn to elite athletes. Runners who race and train for first place. Maybe you scroll to the top of your race results and admire the names you see there.
But perhaps you should do the opposite. Maybe you should scroll down to the bottom. Here are the people who were on the course twice or three times as long as the elites. These are the people who struggled.
At some point, these runners knew they were in last place. They knew there would be no glory for them. No prizes. No fanfare. They knew that when they got to the finish line, the crowds would be gone. And yet they pushed on.