I’m co directing a race this weekend. It has 800 athletes, and our team has been working on it for a while.
so many details, I want to alternately stick my head in the sand, under a pillow, out the window of a fast moving car OR lock the door, buckle down and get stuff done.
Race directing is a lot of work, and I love it. It’s a lot of it is hurry up and wait.
It’s time to hurry up.
It’s also time to be mean – to turn a deaf ear to the people that didn’t register before it sold out. They plead to be “just one exception” to a legal limit from the town. They plead. I say no, and then they pretend not to notice, and run without a bib, and I look mean, when they break the rules.