Sometimes life intersects in crazy ways. Like “how is that even a real thing this is so awesome” crazy ways.
By now most of you know I am an actor (actress? does it really matter?). Well for the past couple of late summer into fall seasons I have been working at a local Renaissance Festival portraying various village characters and performing in the Shakespeare play.
Well a few years ago they decided to run with a Hatfield/McCoy based storyline. I know…. Hatfield & McCoy’s in Renaissance England, wasn’t the feud in Kentucky and West Virginia???? Well, yes. But they made it an English vs. Irish shindig and I’ll give you one guess which side my redheaded self was on:
Of course we look much fiercer with our warrior woad paint on:
Not only that, I was Rosanna McCoy. Yep, I was in love with Jonny Hatfield and King Henry himself ensure we were married at the end of the day in hopes of ending the feud.
We spent a fair amount of the day shouting “Oy, Oy” and getting the patrons to respond “House McCoy” to show our pride!
Point being when I stumbled on a list of the best marathons in various states one in particular caught my eye: The Hatfield McCoy Marathon
Despite not playing the exact historical Rosanna McCoy I still based a lot of my research on the families of the Tug Valley. I was instantly drawn to the idea of running where this history occurred. And although I had originally thought Marine Corps Marathon would, hopefully, be my first I started rethinking my plan. After all I had essentially spent 6 months thinking about these people.
The more I researched this marathon the more there seemed to be to love. Every recap I read was glowing, a rarity at best. It is a small race. Goes through Kentucky & West Virginia. Race director is a descendant of the Hatfields. Best of all: no time limit! And they mean that. I looked at last years race results and the chance of being able to finish short of injury or illness is very very high.
Plus who couldn’t love the tagline “No Feudin’, Just Runnin'”.
So, I might be considering The Hatfield McCoy marathon as my first marathon. I can only hope I end up on team McCoy! And can maybe get an “Oy, Oy, House McCoy” at the finish.
Keep it irish & fierce!
What race means something to you? Any crazy random discoveries lately?