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Of(f) Course, You Are

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in the knowOf all the volunteer duties that accompany a road race, one of the toughest has to be course marshal. These are the people who keep runners heading in the right direction and prevent short cuts. They also keep cars and cyclists from colliding with race participants and alert an aid station if someone needs help. I can tell you from experience, it can be a fun but tough assignment.

Just ask the folks in Cleveland who in May had to figure out what to do with hundreds of runners sent in the wrong direction after the course was blocked by a police cruiser. It turned the Rite Aid 10k, part of a marathon weekend, into almost a 15k and threw results into chaos.

I’ve heard similar stories of misguidance over the years: misplaced course cones; sabotaged signage; and people just not paying close attention. One popular New England fall marathon ended up with the third and fourth place finishers taking first and second after a seasoned course marshal failed to immediately notice the first two runners strayed off course around the Mile 23 mark. The race director let the official results stand, despite protests.

Dennis recently related an ethical dilemma he weighed when a frontrunner momentarily went the wrong way. I’ve never led a race, but I have been far enough behind to witness a course marshal asking irritated motorists to wait until I pass. On a recent rural course, a police officer just happened to approach a busy intersection same time as me and stopped traffic. That didn’t prevent a truck from turning right into my path anyway.

It isn’t any easier if it’s an off-road, cross country course. During one volunteer stint, I yelled hopelessly as runner upon runner shortcut the course in fast-moving packs. Even standing in their way with my arms waving to move over didn’t help. They just shifted around me, onto the path of least resistance. At a 4-miler in a major city park, as a course marshal I had to handle a homeless woman heckling runners and kindly ask another guy if he wouldn’t mind chain-smoking in a different spot. All while making sure racers carefully negotiated a key turn.

It’s even harder if it’s cold and rainy. Runners eventually warm up; the course volunteers usually don’t. In addition, course marshalling is not for the shy. You’ve got to be forceful when people are doing their own thing, which means shouting and using physical gestures when people are in their own little world. You’ve got to be forceful with motorists. You’ve also got to be enthusiastic to the very end, maybe especially at the very end, when the last runners could use a morale boost.

So, be sure to thank those men and women who stick it out—sometimes for hours—somewhere on the course to make sure you make it to the end. Then, of course, make it to the end. For them and for you.

About Anne

Anne’s been running for so long that when two paths diverge in the woods, not only she does she know to go for the one with the most foreboding weeds, swarms of bees and steep, rocky climbs, but she convinces everyone else to come along. Then, before people are done cursing and nursing insect bites, bloody knees and poison oak outbreaks, she’ll again run — away. She eschews a lot of the newfangled devices that are supposed to make you a better runner because she believes it’s what you put into your body, not on it, that really matters. (Footwear is the exception.) That includes proper nourishment of the mind, which we all know is what really makes the difference on the road…and the trail…and the track. At some point she started to realize that not everyone has run into an Alaskan grizzly bear, been pegged by police as a robber, lost her shorts in a major marathon, rubbed elbows with Olympians, mistaken movie stars for beach bums and watched a wildfire consume her suburb - yes, while she was on a long run. Whether it’s these unique situations, or the universal ones every recreational runner encounters, after she lives it, she loves nothing better than to write about it at Run DMZ.



2 Comments
  1. Jon (was) in Michigan on May 29th at 6:06 am

    Heh, heh. I have this image of you helplessly waving your arms in the middle of a HUGE crowd of runners flowing by you, only your hands visible above their heads. 😀

  2. Anne on May 29th at 8:34 am

    Times like those, I wish I were a lot taller because even with my hands waving furiously — and wearing a blaze orange vest! — I lost to the fast-moving crowds. So, your image wasn’t far off. The Balboa Park heckler is one of my favorite race tales, too. Nothing like yelling “Way to go!” while someone’s shouting over you, “You’re all a bunch of losers!”

    Thanks, Jon. Have a great summer on the run.

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