Every time I go to a race I marvel at how many runners are there. I never see anyone running when I am out at 0'dark hour. Where are all these people and when/where do they run? I am glad they do run. I have decided that life is more full with running. Without all these runners I would not get to experience the race day symphony.
Comparing a race which is all about the body to a symphony which is all about music may seem strange. However, I think it is the perfect comparison. One definition of symphony is "a harmony of sounds." The Greek meaning for symphony is "agreement of sound." The Italian style symphony had three movements just like a race. (I looked this stuff up to help make my point)
Before a race begins all the runner's line up in the corral. It is like a herd of cows waiting to be led somewhere. But, that all changes when the race begins. That is when the symphony begins. I have thought for a long time that the beginning of a race mirrors a symphony. I LOVE the sounds at the beginning of a race and really for the first mile or so. Then those same sounds come screaming back at the end of a race.
I remember when my marathon started and the symphony began. I was overwhelmed at what I was undertaking and the beauty of what everyone was going to complete that day. Those moments brought tears to my eyes.
The symphony sounds fade as the running pack thins and everyone settles into his/her own pace. It is a quieter, more calm movement. Maybe it is just me and someone else running. Our sounds are less obvious but we continue toward the great ending.
|The elation of running|
|I adore this picture of strength, beauty and LOVE|
The most amazing thing about the running symphony is that each one is different. It is what keeps me racing. I love experiencing the sounds of physical strength and determination.