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By LISA CURRIE
Rappahannock New* Staff Writer
Editor’s note: Rappahannock News staff writer Lisa Currie is also a distance running veteran. This year was her fifth Fodder stack Classic competition. In 1985 and 1987, Mrs. Currie won the Eva L. Smith Memorial trophy, awarded to the first male and female finisher who is a resident of Rappahannock County.
It was a hot one — too hot to be running uphill for six miles.
But, disregarding the health risks and logic, runners from miles around gathered Saturday morning ■ for the 12th annual Fodderstack 10K ! Classic. Again, I was among the ! crowd.
It’s rather funny. I knew I was ; out of shape, that winning or even ■ doing well was a slim possibility due • to the heat and the competition, and .' still I had butterflies like I was going lout for the Boston or New York ; Marathons and all the world was ; watching.
The butterflies always get worse • when I see runners more dedicated I than myself jog into the corral the I morning of the race.
My stomach nearly flips as I walk around chit-chatting with friends and other runners and try not to notice runners jogging up and down Rt. 522 — muscles rippling as they stretch and bend.
It baffles me, though. Why do runners get out there — get all sweaty, use up all the valuable energy — even before the race begins. • Is it butterflies I feel, or just guilt as I wandered around for th3 20 minutes before the race, trying to occupy my time and settle the butterflies?
Well, time’s up before you even know it and all the half-clad bodies try to squeeze onto the starting line.
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