You know what’s fun? Spending upwards of $1000 to run Boston. Or, what about dropping $100 on a local 10K through the industrial zone? Shit is radddddd. Wake up at 4am to get somewhere you’ve never been, stand in a corral with 12,000 strangers who are all wearing the same shoes, run a distance you could have run literally anywhere, cross a finish line, receive a medal and a shirt (that will never fit right), eat a banana that someone handed you in a plastic bag, then go home wondering if that was fun.
It was fun, right? You had fun. I HAD FUN.
It’s not my place to judge. If you want to pay some organizers to let you run on a road that’s been temporarily closed for the occasion, that’s your business. We’re pro-choice and all.
We also fully support banditing courses, but that’s a separate conversation.
It’s funny that there’s so many people out there saying shit like “running isnt free for everyone” in one breath, and in the other saying, “BQ BABY LFG.”
But listen, you do you. All we’re saying is, a race is a race is a race, and some people get off on paying thousands of dollars for the clout. Some prefer to “do things differently” in the desert yet still pay a shit ton of money and have to join some lottery to that the “opportunity” to run. And others just find their ego is only stroked when they win their local 5K fun runs.
Whatever you want, do it. Who cares. But which one is right for you?
Leggggs is a running zine. We have never once paid a $180 registration fee without immediately regretting it.
