Whoa! This blog is WAY WAY too pink, if I stay here any longer my manhood is sure to dissolve... like an Alka Seltzer in a strawberry soda.
"A record number of 6,395 people registered for the Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon, and of those 5,296 runners started the race and 5,243 finished."You're in good company with the thousand other people that decided to sleep in.
Kumquat sounds like a digestive disorder. "I had some bad fish last night and I was up all night with the kumquats".Puttanesca sounds so lovely, so exotic. And a little dirty. Turns out it is a sauce that Italian prostitutes would make- the smell was supposed to entice "customers" to their brothels. I now call it "dirty whore sauce". Can't help myself. Too bad you didn't run, but I'm guessing you'd be bedridden for a week if you had...
You didn't miss too much.BRUTAL heat. Lousy time. I walked through every single water break, dousing myself and dumping ice down my trousers. Fun to be a part of it, but I also almost started bawling at several points.
I thought you were an athlete...Love,Dad
sorry about the pink. i was going with a sort of calipso theme or something. it was a gaudy time in my life. g: i agree. i'm plenty happy that i can walk today.wm: i love that puttanesca story. i, too, think it sounds dirty. but now that i know it's dirty ... better. mp: i started bawling as soon as i hit summit ave., approximately 20 miles into TCM. there was also some hullicinating. seriously. dad: i AM an athlete! a retired athlete. i'm wearing my high school letter jacket as we speak.
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