I always looked at it as half full, unless I poured a big glass of water, drank it, then it was half empty.
But it's still half full.
I woke up this morning at five, too excited to sleep. Today was the Empire State Half and Full Marathon, and I was so ready to get out and cheer on the runners, especially since I had friends running the half and full distances. I wasn't running (boooo!) but I still had the happy race day vibes kicking.
I was volunteering with my running bud/friend bud Norine, we were at the 12 mile mark of the course, which was a pretty good spot right in town, next to the river, and more importantly, next to Dunkin' Donuts for a convenient caffeine fix when needed.
We had to point runners in the right direction, and I was having so much fun. I had my cowbell, and made sure I stuck to saying things like "looking good runners, keep it up!" and not "You're almost there!!" One older gentleman blew me a kiss as he ran on by.
There is nothing like watching a marathon, and knowing exactly what these runners did to get to that point,
to give you a big dose of motivation. If my heel would let me, I would have taken off after them to join in the fun. But it still made me happy, inspired, and excited for what I can do once I'm back in my running shoes.
Well, I'm still wearing them, just not running in them.
But I will.
Because the glass is half full.