Previously, I’ve written about my love for spectating (with some tips on how to be kind of pro about it). Indy’s Monumental Marathon was the beginning of it all. Each year since our inaugural spectating bash in 2016, our small, but devoted crew show up ready to cheer on runners like our lives depend on it. Dance moves are invented. There are ultra high kicks, loud hollering, maxed out cowbell.
Behold, all-out spectating:
There are always great moments not caught on camera. My friend Lydia gave a hug to a runner who needed one mid-race. One fellow was running in a straight jacket to make a statement about mental health and Jerome fixed a strap that was hanging loose and hitting his leg repeatedly. Some runners stopped to dance with us for a brief moment, and each time that happened, it fired us right back up.
Congrats to all the runners! Until next year, when we light it back up again at the corner of Broadway and 58th.