The Tribe
In 2009 I found myself shoulder to shoulder with tens of thousands of people. Inside the temporary steel barricade, we had no room to move. We kept our arms close to our sides because the only way to point our arms was up. We hopped up and down to warm our muscles, our heads popping above the masses like prairie dogs on the open plain. We chatted about where we were from and how long it took us to get there. We talked about the struggles of training and our expected paces. On that cold Sunday morning in October, even though we were numbered in the thousands, we were one.
If you’ve ever been in the middle of a starting corral, you’ve seen the variety of humanity that call themselves runners. We’re a colorful bunch in every sense of the word. When we’re in the corral we find ourselves immersed in a kaleidoscope of brilliant neon, varying degrees of short lengths and shoes that have patterns shouting speed and power. There’s an energy in the starting corral that is palpable and contagious.
But beneath the bright exterior we share a common desire. A desire to exert ourselves and earn something that requires every physical and mental effort. When we’re in the starting corral we look at each other and recognize that we share a goal and that we need each other to get there. On the surface running may seem like an individual sport but that couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s impossible to do it on our own. We have to do it together. Because we are a tribe.
According to one definition, a tribe is a group of persons having common character, occupation or interest. Doesn’t this describe runners to a tee? We are a small group in a big society. We do things that some people don’t understand and can’t comprehend. Some think we’re crazy. Who would willingly run twenty six miles? But what is it that really drives us? What is that character, occupation and interest that describes a tribe of runners?
Our character is something that we were either born with or shaped into. It may not be obvious at first and it may be something that surfaces later in life but the character we share as runners can be described in one word - determination. We have a determination that bubbles up inside of us, seemingly from nowhere, somewhere from deep within our soul.
Last year my wife and I were driving down a street near our neighborhood. It was a warmer day in late spring. The sky was cloudless and bright blue. We drove by a runner who was striding up a hill with grace and poise. Her legs were kicking, her arms were churning. Her determination was on display.
As soon as we passed her, I looked at my wife and said “I’m feeling the itch again.” Something about seeing that runner awoke something in me that had been lying dormant for a year and a half. I suddenly felt the need to commit again. I felt the desire to stretch myself, to see what I was made of. By simply seeing a runner do what they do I felt like Maverick and Goose from Top Gun. I felt the need, the need for speed. As a tribe we inspire each other with our character.
Our occupation is simple, to get to the starting line prepared. Training for a long distance race is a part time job. It’s something that we commit to five to six days a week. We sacrifice our valuable time and energy to get to the point that we’re able to toe the start line and break the tape at the other end. As a tribe we share this job by exchanging training tips, lifting each other up when we’re in the doldrums together and pushing each other when the going gets tough. Our job is to be prepared for the starting line...together.
Do you ever wonder why certain shoe companies invest millions into the sport of running? Do you ask yourself why specialty running stores exist? Do you ever get goose bumps when you walk through the doors of a race expo? Our tribe may be small but the world notices us. They see the passion and our common interest of running.
As a tribe of runners we have made a statement and the world knows we are here. The billion dollar shoe corporation sees us. They engineer, innovate and build shiny and technologically advanced things just for us.
The neighborhood running store sees us. They’ve popped up everywhere and supply us with expertise, community and hard to find gear.
Race directors understand us. It’s why they created the race expo. The race expo is a runner’s heaven. It’s the calm before the storm. It’s the place we gather before the final bit of work. It’s a last resort for the things you need for a race, those things you may have forgotten to pack. It’s the place where we pick up our bibs and pins and see our beloved and mysterious race tee shirt for the first time. All through those booths and aisles is a runner’s paradise and the energy is electric and moods are bright. The running expo is where we congregate and commune with each other as a running tribe in an easy going environment. It’s the last place we meet before we enter the starting corral.
Back in 2009, in that corral, I stood with my people. They protected me from that frigid Chicago morning. They high fived me when the starting pistol fired. They ran with me until the crowds thinned out. And we ran through the Windy City in all of our colorful glory. Not as individuals... but as a tribe.