Hullabaloo: a very noisy and confused situation
I looked at this word and at first thought — what the heck will I write about? I’m not going to get into a situation that was/is most definitely a hullabaloo right now in the States.
Then I read the definition.
Hullabaloo definitely describes a lot of race start lines. It’s why it’s so intimidating for a new runner:
- Where do I go?
- What the heck is a corral & how do I find mine?
- When should I get there?
- Who are all these people?
- I’m just sure they’re all faster & I’ll be last
- Are they looking at me & laughing at my cluelessness?
Sometimes races in general can be a hullabaloo — they can be a hot mess:
- Too few portapotties
- Too much walking to get to the portapotties
- Not enough direction
- Confusion about the start line
- Running out of promised aid
- Running out of promised bling/swag
- Starting late
And then there is the finish line — a most definite hullabaloo filled with music, announcers, the ever ticking clock, screaming spectators — unless you’re very BOTP, and then you may miss out on all the motivation that a great finish line has to offer.
Some runners never race or rarely race because they just can’t deal with all that hullabaloo. Most of us, though, thrive on it — it’s why my best finish times are at races, not in training runs.
I need that hullabaloo to do my best.
Tell me in the comments:
Are you put off by the hullabaloo of racing?
Or do you thrive on the hullabaloo of racing?
How about New Years: enjoy the hullabaloo, or ring it in in the comfort of your own home?