When you enter as a corporate cup here's what you get
- Best placement for starting. We started with the elite runners, and I got to see both the elite women and elite wheel chair racers start.
- A cool bag. You fill it with whatever you'll need after the race, they collect it shortly before and then have it waiting for you at the finish line.
- Party Tent Admission for you and a guest - right past the finish line is a tent with a fence around it. It's full of bananas, free massages, iced coffee, donuts, and David's Pizza.
Of course, my perspective on justice has much to do with where I am in the system. After getting to participate and be part of the corporate cup, I think it's a great idea letting people who want to pay more start first. And maybe Bloomsday counts on that extra money to function each year. If Corporate Cup didn't exist, would a regular entry fee be much more?
One of the reasons I love to run is how running is a metaphor for life. Here's a couple ways Bloomsday intersected with my life right now.
Ellen and I ran the first two miles together, and the pace was much to fast for both of us. Near mile 2 on a hill she told me to go ahead thinking she was holding me back. I had started way too fast and ended up walking twice near the end, something that is against my personal runing code - never walk. Ellen kept a steady pace and ended up passing me near the end.
In the race that is life I have a symphony job for the second time in my life, and since the recent strike, I'm worried about my job being here in 10 or 15 years. I have jumped into this job sprinting making videos supporting the symphony and being the musician rep at the marketing meetings. I know several of the veteran musicians served the symphony when they were new to the symphony and now wouldn't be caught dead on a committee. I wonder if I've started to fast and will burn out too.
But near the end of the race when I was walking, someone I didn't know came up behind me and tapped me on the back. "Come on, you got this." and I started running again.
It seems there is always someone there to encourage, sometimes even people we don't know. Those nudges make a difference. And to really do well in any race, you need to dig deep into the 'suitcase of courage' as my brother calls it, and put in some heart and effort that you didn't think you had. It's wonderful that we can activate that in each other sometimes.
I realized although I call myself a runner, I havne't run a race since Bloomsday of last year. I plan to fix that this year and hope to run another half marathon, maybe a 5K, and even a mile race. I'm going to need to start working out.