|First hot day in SLC ~ 80 degrees.|
Every year, the event "boxes me in" to my neighborhood. This year was no exception. I wish I had snapped a photo of the cop whose car I pulled around, rolled down my window, and told him that I was on my way to the Madsen Clinic near the University Hospital. He told me that I had to turn around and go to I-80 (a good 10 miles round-about out of the way route) instead of merely crossing the street and proceeding on my way.
I drove past him, and encountered the next group of cops a block later. When I pled my case and showed my ID badge, he laughed and told me the "hospital was closed today, didn't they tell you?" and turned to his buddy, who was on a motorcycle.
The motorcycle cop was the cool guy. "I'll escort you to 700 East, but after that, you're on your own... " and we got up to the area where hundreds (hundreds... ) of runners were streaming out of Liberty Park. He looked over his shoulder and put up his hand, "Are you ready?" I waved that I was ready.
|My own bit of Solitude.|
And we darted through the runners, crossing the street. Frankly, I'm surprised I didn't hit anyone. It was not a very safe situation. But it was my first (and likely only... ) motorcycle police escort. Shoot, I felt kind of foolish. But it seems that I'm put in this situation every year. I wasn't even supposed to work this weekend, but another one of the Nurse Practitioners was out of town visiting her family back east and I was happy to pick up some extra hours.
Each year, I say, "Never again. Never again will I try to leave my house during the marathon." But how ridiculous is that? Cutting off access to thousands of people who live in this area because of a race? There has got to be a better way. Can't they build some sort of runners' bridge or something? So that cars can get through on a couple of critical points so that they can get from one side of the city to the other? What if there was an emergency? I sure hope they let the fire trucks and the ambulances through.
After work, (thankfully I got home, at 12:20 the last of the participants were straggling through the park, and access was still limited on the main streets, but I snuck back to my house on some smaller surface streets) I put the dogs in the car and we headed up to our new favorite spot in the hills. I saw no one for over an hour, and it was glorious. 10 minutes from the trailhead at the end of the jaunt, I saw one guy. Thousands upon thousands of people down below, and I got to experience my own piece of solitude. I am grateful for that.