“It is wonderful. It is so great. It is such a difference. It could not be better.” (Surasa)
For all the runners of the 3100 mile race the weather on this quiet Saturday morning is extraordinarily perfect. Grey skies, a light breeze, and the temperature will not rise above the mid 70’s (23 C). This of course when compared to the sauna like conditions of the past few days.
You may not see them physically at the race all that much, their creations however are always present. From the moment Nirjharini and her fellow cooks food appears at the race it vanishes quickly but not mysteriously. It is tasty, it is wholesome, and it is the nutritional foundation for every step the runners take over many long hard, and now hot miles, that they do each day.
“Another beautiful hot day.” For Ananda-Lahari nearly every day here is a beautiful one. And this being his 12th summer in a row at the race, he is not unfamiliar with how the heat and sticky humidity can come along and simply smother most peoples enthusiasm to even move little alone run.
“Circumstances have brought me over for the entirety of the race.”
Nirbhasa, who is currently living in Iceland, is a welcome presence at the 3100 mile race this year. Just as he was last year when he was actually running here for the first time. Which, to no ones surprise, he completed in 51 days and 12 hours.
Baladev’s description of the race this morning is by far the simplest and most direct response you could possibly ask for. In their own way, each of the other runners would probably echo this same sentiment. Even the most astute observer of the race cannot really grasp the dimensions or the supreme challenge of it all. We can never know or understand just what he and the other runners are up against here on the course of the 3100 mile race. For even the most experienced distance runner at best can only come to some theoretical understanding of what it must be like running 18 hours a day for weeks on end.
If Stutisheel had for some reason decided not to run around Thomas Edison High School these past 15 days, and instead headed South west. He would have, as of this morning, nearly made it to Memphis. A distance of 890 miles.
Last night Shamita finished up 2 weeks of running here with another good day. She completed 62 miles and has now done 867 miles. This morning as we run together I joke and suggest that since she has run 1,000 miles before, this current distance is Old Hat for her. (an expression used to refer to something considered uninteresting, predictable, tritely familiar, or old-fashioned.) “Wowwww, I wouldn’t say this.” (laughs)